“You got it.”
I get up to leave, pausing with my hand on the door when he calls my name. I look back at him as he stands.
“You love her?”
“Yeah. I do.”
“Then fight for her. If anyone can turn shit around, it’s you.”
“I hope you’re right. I really do.”
I think over what he said as I walk out and ride over to the compound. I park my bike, knowing I’m going to exchange it for my truck because Del is in no fit state to ride behind me yet. It doesn’t mean I can’t dream about the day I can have her wrapped around me. As I walk up to the saloon with my thoughts on Del, I almost collide with Midas, who is hurrying out.
“Fuck, sorry.”
“You okay? Legs okay?”
“Yeah, we’re all good. I’m just trying to find a fucking prospect to make an emergency ice cream run.”
I snort. “Good luck with that. How’s Legs doing with everything anyway?”
“You know my girl. She might as well be Teflon-coated. I don’t know how she keeps on taking hits and stays standing.”
“Women always were the strongest of us.”
“Pretty forward thinking for a brother,” he teases.
“That’s just it, though. We need a band of brothers to keep ourselves safe. But the women here? They do that shit themselves. I’m pretty sure they only let us protect them so we can feel like big, strong men.”
He throws his head back and laughs. Amity—G’s old lady—walks out, twirling keys between her fingers.
“Oh, hey, guys.”
“Where you off to?” Midas asks.
She cocks her brow at him.
“Not trying to babysit you, need ice cream for Legs and can’t find a damn prospect.”
She relaxes her stance. “I’m about to throw myself out of a plane, but I can pick some up on the way back.”
We both stare at her before turning to look at each other.
“You’re absolutely right. They don’t fucking need us at all.”
Amity, catching on to what we’re talking about, grins. “Oh, I don’t know about that. Vibrators can’t mow the lawn or take out the trash.”
“Or, buy ice cream when the craving hits,” I add, making Midas sigh.
“Fine, I’ll go buy it myself. Might just buy out the store because we all know she’ll have changed her mind about whatflavor she wants when I get back,” he mutters before turning to leave.
Amity grins. “Use the freezers in the barn if there are no body parts stashed in there. I figure with Hannibal gone, it’s probably empty.”
Midas salutes her as he walks away, but I shake my head. “We really can’t keep anything secret, can we?”
“Men are worse than women for gossiping. Plus, I’ve yet to meet a man who understands the difference between an indoor voice and an outdoor voice.”
“What the fuck is an indoor voice?” I shout.
