“Hey,” Hucksaid, taking my hands. “I’m sorry about the Clutch shit.”
“Why did you lethim get under your skin?”
“Because I’mcompetitive and can be a bit of an asshole sometimes.” He sighed. “Not myfinest hour. But just so you know, Clutch and I are good.”
“Well, now Hatchand Minus might have a thing, so buckle up buttercup.”
“Fuck,” hehissed. “Sorry, baby.”
“Don’t apologizeto me. That’s all club shit. But when you choose whoever you’re gonna fight tojump in, please, for the love of god, don’t suggest crossing club lines andchoosing Clutch, because he’s a professional fighter, and with your knee, hewill more than likely kill you.”
He grinned.“I’ve already picked my guy.”
I groaned. “Do Iwant to know?”
“Probably not.”
I sighed. “Tellme anyway.”
“Cash.”
“Cash?” Igasped. “My brother, Cash?”
“Yeah.”
“Does he know?”I asked.
Huck shrugged.“Told your dad that should I patch in, he’d be my choice, so don’t know if hetold him.”
“Great, moredick measuring.”
“Pretty sure mydick’s bigger,” Huck retorted.
I rose to myfeet with a huff. “I’m over talking about genitalia, so can we change thesubject, please?”
Huck stood andpulled me into his arms. “I’m sorry, baby. I was an ass.”
“Something wecan both agree on.” I slid my hands up his chest. “You didn’t drive here, didyou?”
“No. Caught anUber. Clutch was gonna get one his guys to drive my truck over.”
“I’m glad youwere safe.”
“I may be alittle drunk, but I’m not stupid.”
Dad opened hisdoor and crossed his arms. “You should probably come on out here, Huck.”
Huck gave me asqueeze and we followed my dad out to the great room.
* * *
Huck
We walked out tofind Hatch standing with a tall, long-haired biker and a beautiful blonde womanat his side. “Thanks for getting my recruit’s truck back safe.”
“No problem,brother.”
“Am I gonna needto yank your VP’s chain?” Hatch asked.
