“I put twentydollars on one to five days. If you’d waited one more day Lyric would’ve takenthe pot.”
“You guys arehorrible,” I said, unable to fight back a giggle.
“Jaxon was theonly one that had you making it through the entire tour without calling.”
“Thank yoursweet husband from me. I’ll bring him an official crew jacket at the end of thetour.”
“Gonna need aguitar player for that tour, aren’t you?” Harmony asked.
“Got any ideas?”
“I just might,”she replied.
* * *
Train
I walked into theclub house and stalled. “What the fuck isthatsupposed to be?”
Katie Jamesonturned from the giant, unstable looking stack of donuts and scowled. “Thatis a donut tower in the shape of a cake.
I squinted.
“Does it notlooklike a donut tower in the shape of a cake?” she asked, unable to hide the panicin her voice.
“Doyouthink it looks like a cake?”
She glanced atit, then me and scowled. “Goddammit.”
“Why are youtrying to do this, sweetheart?” I teased. “Your specialty is the human body,not baked goods.”
Katie was thetwin sister of my closest friend, Flea. He was my club brother and we’d patchedin together, so that basically made her my sister. Flea and I were often puttogether on runs, and club assignments, particularly if they called for bothbrains and brawn.
I was the brawn.
Katie threw herhands in the air. “Razor’s never had a birthday cake and his favorite thing inthe world is a glazed donut from the Donut Hole, so I thought I couldincorporate the two.” She scowled at the leaning tower of pastry. “YouTubemakes everything look so fucking easy.”
I raised aneyebrow. “Why are you making such a fuss over that puppy?”
“Heisapuppy,” she retorted. “But he’s a sweet puppy and he deserves a nice birthday.Don’t read into it.”
Razor wastwenty-five and had been a patch for about four years or so. Pretty much all ofthe club women had taken him into their hearts and mothered the fuck out ofhim.
“You think aboutasking Cameron for help?”
Cameron was oneof our president’s brothers. He ran a construction company (with their othersiblings) when he wasn’t working as a chef.
She sighed.“I’ve already called him. I was just hoping I could figure it out without him.”
I crossed myarms and cocked my head. “Well, I’m thinkin’ your hope is for naught.”
“Suck it,” sheretorted, and I laughed.
“Sorry, babe.Just sayin’ it like it is.”
“Save it forsomeone else.”
“You seenHatch?”
