Twenty minutes later, I walk into the clubhouse and head to my room, whistling a happy tune in the quiet clubhouse. Not a soul is up and about. There’s a prospect asleep on one of the couches. He barely cracks an eye as I walk past.
Cole wants to talk to me at noon. I’m sure he’s going to ream my ass out again like he did last night. At this moment, I don’t even care. I’m so high from being with Heather.
I can’t wait to get back there later today.
I’ve never been so excited to fix a sink in my life.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Cody—
The alarm on my phone goes off at 11am—way too soon. At first, I want to throw it across the room and roll over, but then last night comes flashing back, and it’s like I just won the fucking lottery.
Energy shoots through my body, and suddenly I don’t care that I’ve only had about four hours of sleep.
The most stunningly gorgeous woman on the fucking planet had breakfast with me and gave me her number. Life is fucking good.
I bolt upright and take a quick shower, humming a tune the entire time.
Stepping out, I towel dry, then dress and throw my cut over my shirt. A yawn escapes as I walk down the hall to the main room.
A few of my brothers are already at the bar, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee hits my nose.
“Pour me a cup, will ya, kid?” I take a barstool, and the prospect brings me a steaming mug.
Billy, TJ, and Marcus all sit next to me.
“Thanks for last night, brothers,” I say.
“You want to fill us in?” TJ asks. “What the fuck happened? My dad is on the warpath this morning, and his tomahawk has your name carved on it.”
“I met Ginger back in Alabama.”
Billy frowns. “What do you mean?”
“My buddy from the military—Ryan, the one who was killed?”
“Yeah?”
“That’s his girl. I’d say his widow, but they never made it to the altar.”
“No shit?” TJ mutters.
“She was standing at his grave when I rode up there to pay my respects.”
“Wow, that’s wild,” Marcus murmurs.
“She’s also the chick from the bridge.”
“You mean that girl you stopped from jumping?” TJ asks
“Exactly. Weird, huh?”
“And now she shows up here and starts working at Sonny’s?” Billy asks. “Did you have a hand in that?”
“No. I swear. I never even got her number when I met her.”
“So, what’s she doin’ here?” Billy asks. “Her showin’ up—that doesn’t seem suspicious to you? I mean, what are the odds?”
