“Daisy!” Hatchcalled, a giant grin on his face, holding his arm out to me.
“Hey, UncleHatch,” I said, walking into his embrace.
He gave me asqueeze, kissing the top of my head. “Who’s your friend?”
“Hatch, this isHuck.”
“Holy shit,you’re Huck the Puck,” Hatch said, holding his hand out.
Huck shook hishand. “I am.”
Harm reached outand shook his hand as well. “I knew I knew you from somewhere.”
Huck smiled butdidn’t reply.
“Sorry to hearabout your knee, man,” Hatch said.
“Thanks.”
“You want aburger, dog, or steak?” Hatch asked.
“Steak would begreat, thanks,” Huck said.
“How do you likeit?”
“Medium,” Hucksaid.
I grabbed a bunand nodded to Harm. “I’ll take a burger, please.”
Once our foodwas procured, we sat at one of the tables and did our best to eat. I’d noticedan open bottle of wine and a wine glass had already been set out for me (blessmy bestie).
What I hadn’tanticipated was that Huck was famous. Like,famous.
Every time he’dgo to take a bite, someone would yell out, “Holy shit, it’s Huck the Puck,” orsomething of that nature, and he’d sweetly take a minute to talk to them.
After the tenthperson interrupted our meal (I counted), I stood up and bellowed, “Enough! Shutyour pie holes and let the man eat. Jesus, you didn’t treat Melody thispoorly.”
“Yeah, well…Train,” Chigger pointed out.
“Pretend I’mscarier than Train,” I growled, taking my seat again.
Huck raised an eyebrowand chuckled.
“They shouldleave you alone now.”
“Remind me notto piss you off.”
I smiled.“They’re just excited to have new blood and you’re kind of famous.”
“Who’s Melody?”he asked, taking a bite of steak.
“Morgan.”
He started tochoke on his bite, and I waited for him to get it all out. “Holy shit,seriously?”
I nodded. “Yeah.She’s probably around here somewhere.”
“And they thinkI’mfamous?”
