“That’s what I think too,” Jagger admitted.
Hound nodded, and again he did it only once.
“Then I’ll look forward tohavin’her over to dinner and celebrating with your mom that she can finally stopworrying about you because she’sfeelin’ youshouldabeen donesowin’ thoseoats about five years ago.”
Jagger grinned at him.
His mother had never been at one with the way Jag tackledlife, considering he’d always been about wresting as much of it as he could forhis own.
Dutch was the quiet, responsible one.
Jag was…
Not.
Hound reached out and caught Jag by the neck, gave him asqueeze, a shove, then let him go.
And Jagger felt better.
“So, what’s her name?”Hound asked.
“Archie.”
Hound looked him right in the eye.
Then he burst out laughing.
He settled back into the bar, his fingers cradling his brew,and he was shaking his head.
“Archie and Georgie.Fuck,” Hound said.
Jag hadn’t thought of that, both him and Dutch finding girlswith boys’ names.
He grinned, leaned back into the bar himself, and replied,“She doesn’t have red hair and freckles, and I seriously doubt her bestfriend’s name is Jughead, but I think she might have a bit of tomboy in her.”
“Well, son,” Hound picked up his beer and tipped it towardJag, “you’re about to find out.”
Jag grabbed his beer and tapped necks with Hound.
And he was grinning again.
Because Hound was right.
He was.
Chapter Three
Luminous
Jagger
The next day, Jagger went out for a morning run, madesure to take his time stretching, then he had shit to do at the garage at Ride,the business Chaos ran that was half a big auto-supply store and half a garagethat built custom cars and bikes.
Jagger was a certified mechanic, both cars and bikes, and hewasn’t skilled with design, but his Chaos brother Joker was (like,award-winning, get-magazine-articles-written-about-you andhave-TV-producers-come-to-you-to-do-reality-shows skilled).
And they worked well together.
On the build they were doing, Joke needed Jagger that day,and with what had to get done, Jag couldn’t cut out until mid-afternoon.
