He pulled onto the freeway, away from our home, and I frowned. “We’re not going home?”
“Club.”
Shit. If we were going to the club, that meant I was going to have to face someone I really didn’t want to face. “Can’t we go home?”
“No one’s at home, Teagan. We’re going to the club.”
I sighed. “Fine.”
He reached over and took my hand, giving it a squeeze. “I love you to Jupiter and beyond, sweetness. You know that, right?”
“Yes, I know that. I just wish you could love me a little bit less.”
He chuckled. “Wouldn’t even begin to know how.”
We rode the rest of the way in silence, pulling up to Big Ernie’s Bodyshop (where the Dogs of Fire compound was housed) about fifteen minutes later.
I followed my dad inside and immediately came face-to-face withhim.
* * *
Cash
“Teagan,” I said as soon as she and her dad walked into the great room.
Jesus, she looked cute… and way too fucking sexy for my comfort. Her V-neck was way too low, and her skirt was way too high, but I was not her father, so I had no say in what she wore, which she reminded me on the regular.
Her eyes narrowed as she bit out, “Cash.”
“Hey, kid,” Mack said. “You available to chauffer Teagan this week?”
“He’s got his patch, big man, or did you forget?”
“You want to hand over that phone, Teagan?” he threatened.
“Dad!” she hissed.
“It’s either Cash or your brother,” Mack warned.
“You’re going to make Grayson drive his big sister around during his senior year of high school?” Teagan challenged.
Grayson would be graduating this year and was almost eighteen and would, in fact, object highly to having to drive Teagan everywhere should he be forced to.
“Yeah, I can drive her,” I said.
She threw her hands in the air. “I’m getting a drink.”
“Soda,” Mack ordered.
“What? Why?”
“Because you’re not twenty-one.”
“I have always been able to drink here,” she argued.
“Well, your privileges have been revoked for now.”
I chuckled. “Come on T, I’ll find you a soda.”
