Cash
RATHER THAN HEADING back to the club, I made my way home.
Something our mother had instilled in all three of us kids was the importance of owning real estate. My parents had put aside money for each of us for down payments, and I’d used my portion to buy a duplex in downtown Portland. I lived in one side, Archer lived in the other side for now while he figured his shit out, and Daisy lived in our parents’ condo down on Naito while she finished up school.
I pulled into my garage just as my phone buzzed, and I pulled it out to see Teagan calling. “Hey, give me a second. I just pulled in.”
I set my helmet on my seat, closed my garage door, then headed inside, putting my phone on speaker. “Okay, I’m back. What’s up?”
“I’m just stuck at home with nothing to do until you pick me up and take me to Hatch’s.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I’mpicking you up?”
“Um, yes?”
“When was I going to be informed of this detail?”
“I’m informing you now.”
I sighed. “Teagan.”
“Oh, Iknowyou’re not taking that tone of voice with me.”
“Baby, I’ve got shit to do.”
“Like picking me up and taking me to Hatch’s for dinner,” she sassed. “You are coming tonight, right?”
“Wasn’t planning on it, no.”
“Why the hell not?”
“I wasn’t invited. Your dad’s driving you.”
“What do you mean you weren’t invited?” she whispered into the phone.
“Just that, Turtle. My parents didn’t mention us going over to Hatch’s tonight. I’m pretty sure it’s just you guys.”
Hatch was the president of the Dogs of Fire MC, of which my brother and I were patched members. My father was the VP of said club, but if Hatch invited you to his home for dinner, you went. More importantly, if his woman, Maisie, invited you, you went.
“Well, shit.”
I smiled. “You love Hatch and Maisie.”
“I do. But I also thought you’d be there,” she admitted. “So I was a little more excited about it.”
“Can’t, baby, got plans.”
“What kind of plans?”
“Club plans.”
“At the club?”
“Teagan,” I warned.
She let out a quiet groan. “Fine. Whatever. Will you tell me about it after?”
“Probably not.”
