“But, brother, it’s a Bronco.”
Joker sighed, knowing like Jagger did, at least this time,that made it worth it, just as a child called out, “Daddy!”
Both Joke and Jag looked to the mouth of the bay where theysaw a little girl with black hair racing their way.
Joker and his wife Carissa’s first.
Though, if you counted Carissa’s boy from her previousmarriage, which Joker did, their girl was their second.
She was called Clementine.
Coming up behind Clementine was Wyatt, Joker’s first bloodedboy, and trailing was Carissa, with their last, a baby girl, Raven, on her hip.
Since he wasn’t there, Travis (their first) was probablywith his father.
But even with this parade, Clementine was determined to takeall her dad’s attention, considering she little-girl tackled him.
Joker pretended it was a major hit, groaning and rockingdeeper with the blow than was necessary.
Wyatt ignored both men, seeing as he was his father’s son,and way more interested in the Bronco, so he went right to that.
Raven was all about her dad too, reaching out to him, andCarissa was all about her husband, heading straight to him.
But the shout that Jag would put money on all of themhearing even before they heard it came from the door to the office.
“Get that baby up here!”Tyra yelled.
Tyra, their former president Tack’s wife, also the garage’soffice manager, was a baby monster.It was hilarious.And luckily, with all thebrothers busy procreating, she got her fix regularly.
“Coming!”Carissa called.
But she stopped at her husband first, bending low, touchingmouths, sharing smiles, shifting so that Joker could get a wet buss from Rave,then, with a smile and, “Hey, Jag,” she took off toward the office.
Clementine was having none of this and declared just thatbefore her mother was even out of eyesight.
With a scrunched-up, little-kid-pissed face, her hands tohis shoulders, she stated, “I pin you, Daddy!”
“All right, baby,” Joker muttered then fell to his back.
She squealed with triumph.
Jagger pulled out his phone and took a snap after Joker tookcontrol, wrapping his arms around his daughter and kissing her face all over.
This caused more squeals.
“Selfie,brah.”
Hearing this, Jagger looked to his left and Wyatt wasalready posing with two fingers in front of him in V position.
Christ, the kid was barely four.
Totally Joke’s kid, and not only due to the jet-black hairand steel-gray eyes and preoccupation with vehicles, but also the inherent coolfactor.
Obediently, Jagger shifted, reached the arm with the phonelong, did the V with his other hand, and took a selfie.
After this, Wyatt again lost interest in him and went backto the Bronco.
Yeah,sohis dad.
