Crash shakes his head, but Red Dog snaps his fingers.
“Wait a minute. The kid might be onto something. We get her a man.”
“Get her one? Like on a dating site?” Marcus asks.
Dog shrugs. “Or whatever. A bar or something.”
“Like pay a guy?” Shane asks.
“Pay a guy?” Green asks. “Have you seen her? She’s stacked and gorgeous.”
“You volunteering, Green?” Wolf asks.
“I’m happily married, asshole.”
“Then who?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know, but there must be somebody.”
“I say we go back to the original plan and put a bodyguard on her,” Reckless says.
“For how long?” Wolf cranes to look at Reckless. “Fucking forever, that’s how long. This chick is crazy.”
“There’s gotta be somebody. Maybe a prospect,” Reckless mutters.
“Have you talked to the woman? I have. She’d eat a prospect for lunch,” Billy growls.
“Fine, a patch, then,” Reckless replies.
Cole looks at Shine. “Any guys in your old Nevada chapter up to the task, Shine?”
“I don’t know. Mutt, maybe.”
“Isn’t Mutt with Liv?”
“Nah, that ended a year ago. If not him, maybe Tin Man.” Shine strokes his chin.
It’s late and the problem is left unresolved.
Cole ends the meeting with a slam of the gavel and some of the guys head straight out the clubhouse door, while most of us younger guys head to the pool table.
Marcus, Billy, TJ, and I pair up, while Reckless and Shine split off to talk. They were once brothers together at the Vegas chapter, and they naturally gravitate to each other.
Maybe they’re talking about our Joselyn problem.
TJ racks and Billy breaks.
The balls scatter, and he moves to sink one in the side pocket.
Rafe and Kyle wander over.
“How’s your sister’s shop doin’?” I ask.
“Sellin’ out of cupcakes almost every day. Place has turned into a goldmine,” Rafe replies.
“Good. I’m real happy for Fiona,” I reply.
“It’s the location,” Kyle says. “She picked the perfect place for that kind of thing.”
