Years ago, Doc, the president of the Dogs of Fire chapter in Savannah had insisted the old ladies wear some piece of jewelry equipped with GPS. The end result was that the old ladies and kids of the club members were tracked and protected at all times.
Daisy wore a bracelet. Others wore necklaces, some wore rings, and there were rumors that one of the Primal Howlers’ women out of Colorado had a tracker in a very private piercing, but I had never been nosy enough to confirm. I personally wore achain around my neck with an anchor charm. Mom chose it. She said it was to keep me anchored to home.
“I know that, Ducky,” I said. “But a lot can happen between some asshole drugging you and your finger pressing that button.”
“Which is why you can activate it remotely.”
I sighed. “You’re right, you’re right. I overreacted. I’m sorry.”
“Thank you. Now, please go and apologize to Huck.”
“Fuck, no.”
She shrugged. “It was worth a shot.”
I grinned, kissing the top of her head before releasing her. She walked back outside, and I saw my mother approaching, an inquisitive smile on her face. I smiled back and she sped up a little, wrapping her arms around my waist and giving me a not so gentle squeeze. “Hey, Mama.”
Daisy and my mother were carbon copies of one another, and if you didn’t look too closely, you’d swear they were sisters rather than mother and daughter. My mom might be in her fifties, but she looked a hell of a lot younger, and my father worshiped her.
“Hey, Bubba. God, I miss you.”
I chuckled. “I just saw you two days ago.”
“A chaotic two minute ‘hi, bye’ does not constitute seeing me.”
I hugged her close. “Fair enough. Lunch this week?”
“Yes.” She looked up at me. “Thursday?”
“Absolutely.”
She cupped my face. “Love you, baby.”
“Love you, too.”
As she grinned and walked away, I felt like the weight of the world was off my shoulders. At least for a minute or two.
Heading into the kitchen, I saw a flash of red hair as Teagan tried to run from me, so I followed her down the hall. She slipped into the bunk room, and I grinned as I pushed open the door.
“Goddammit,” she snapped, as she tried to slide past me.
“You hiding from me, Turtle?”
She crossed her arms. “Hiding, no. Avoiding, yes.”
“Semantics.”
“What do you want, Cash?”
“A lot of things. How about we start with where ya been all week?”
She scoffed.
“You gonna answer my question?”
Wrinkling her nose, she moved to walk by me, but I grabbed her arm. Firm enough so she couldn’t escape, but gentle enough so I didn’t hurt her.
“Let go of me,” she hissed.
