I shook my head.“But I’m not a member of your club.”
“Do you wannabe?”
Daisy let out asnort giggle and I raised an eyebrow in her direction.
“What? You can’tpicture it?” I challenged.
She grimaced.“Not really.”
I smirked, thenfocused on Hatch. “I still have surgeries to deal with, and my contract isn’tup with the team. I don’t know what the future holds with my hockey career, soI’m not sure how that’ll work with the club.”
“We’ll workaround it,” Hatch said.
I’m wasn’t surewhy the idea of prospecting was so instantly appealing. Maybe it was because Imissed being on a team, or maybe it was because I knew that getting closer tothe club meant getting closer to Daisy. Maybe it was all of that. All I knewwas that the Dogs of Fire were a true pack and I needed to run with them.
I turned toBooker. “Is that your bike with the Panhead eighty-two-inch Long Block?”
“It’s one I’mrestoring, yeah.”
“Mind if I takeher for a spin?”
Booker grinned.“Hell, yeah, we’ll get the boys and go for a ride.”
Daisy gasped. “Youcan ride?”
“Since I was oldenough to hold up my first dirt bike.” I smiled.
“How come younever told me you could ride?”
“First of all,you never asked. And second, I didn’t want you to think that I was just anotherasshole trying to get into your—” I cut off my sentence, considering the facther uncle and her father were standing inches from me. “Good graces.”
“Do you ridemuch?” Booker asked.
“I’ve still gotmy motorcycle license, but hockey has always taken up most of my time and mydad always said that ‘those damn motorcycles’ would lead me to my ruin.”
Booker chuckled.
“Okay, so youknow how to keep your mouth shut, how to ride, and how to land a punch. Can youshoot?” Hatch asked.
“Yeah, I canshoot.”
“Well, we’llhead out to the range and see just how good you are this week, but in themeantime, what do you say, prospect?” Hatch asked. “We still got the ass end ofthe sun stickin’ out. Wanna chase it?”
I grinned.“Let’s ride.”
We filed out ofHatch’s office and headed out to the bikes.
Daisy
HUCK KISSED ME quickly and walked me backout to the bar where Teagan was now sipping on a margarita, only she wasn’talone. Poppy, Charleston, and Cambry had joined her and were all working onshots.
“Oh my god, whathappened?” Teagan demanded as I arrived at the group.
Before I couldanswer, however, Hatch made his way over and pulled Poppy in for a hug, “Heybaby girl.”
“Hey, Sid.”
Poppy was technicallyHatch’s stepdaughter, but if you said that within hearing distance of him,you’d probably lose a limb. He’d married Maisie when Poppy was twelve, andshe’d always called him her ‘stand-in-dad,’ hence the ‘Sid’ nickname, but shewas his daughter. Period.
