Swallowing his chuckle, Jag launched in.“Arch, these are mybrothers, Joker, Shy and Dog.Men, this is my girl, Archie Harmon.”
Her response was to him.
“You totally lied about them all being ugly.Like…totally.”
He heard chuckles, ignored them and replied, “Thanks forouting me like that, baby.”
She smiled up at him and that one was full-on smug.
She then turned her attention back to his brothers.
Shy came forward first, hand raised.“Yo,Archie.”
She took his hand, squeezed, and then got much the same fromDog and Joke.
“I’m going to lunch,” Jagger announced when Joker steppedback.
“I could do lunch,”Shysaid.
Shit.
“Feelin’peckishmyself,” Dog stated.
Great.
“Beenjonesin’ for a po’boy atLincoln’s,” Joker put in.
Fantastic.
“Perfect,” Dog declared and looked right at Jag.“Meet youtwo there.”
Before Jagger could say a word, the men sauntered away.
Jag and Archie shifted to watch them go.
“Guess we’re eating lunch with your boys,” Archie observed.
“We don’t have to meet them and can go wherever we want,”Jagger told her.
“I love Lincoln’s jambalaya,” she replied, sharing in herway that she not only didn’t mind, she wanted to hang with his brothers.
And he wanted her to get to know his brothers.
“Then Lincoln’s it is,” he said.
They started toward his bike and Arch did what Jag hadlearned she liked to do.As they walked, she angled her body so she was tuckedunder his arm, close to him and brushing against him as they went.
If she could have it, she was maximum contact all the timeand she somehow pulled that off without seeming clingy and needy.
He was one with this, because if she wasn’t maximum contact,he would be.
These were his thoughts when his phone went with a text.
Not losing touch with Archie, he pulled it out, read thetext and quickly clicked the phone off, shoving it back in his rear jeanspocket.
Archie couldn’t miss this, but she didn’t say anything.
The text was from his ma.
