Drac laughs. “Join the club.”
“At least yours are five years apart! Mine are gonna be in diapers together. That’s more clothing… more diapers… more of everything. This clubhouse isn’t big enough for all of us.”
“You can have Amber’s old house if you want. There’s plenty of room.”
Krampus scrubs at his chin. “I’ll talk to Mindy about it. We’re okay right now staying at her shop, but yeah, once the babies are here, we may need it.”
Jealousy hits me out of nowhere.
This is what I want. A future. A family. The pregnant wife and kids. I couldn't care less about anything else. I just want to build something bigger than this clubhouse.
“I’m gonna go check out the bikes and get ready for the ride.”
“Voor, wait—”
Drac cuts Krampus off. “Let him go, Rich, he needs some space right now.”
And I do need space; my head is so jumbled up with everything that’s happened these past few months that I can barely breathe anymore. If my parole officer found out I was shit deep in gun slinging road wars, I’d be back in jail for good.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it out this time if I go back.
The sun greets me the second I’m outside, bathing my skin in a refreshing dry heat that I eagerly devour. I wouldn’t give up the Nevada sun for anything, except maybe Poppy.
“You okay, Bro?” Gremlin questions, suddenly appearing beside me.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just needed some air.”
Gremlin grins. “They’re a bunch of saps in there, aren’t they? But not us. We’re the guys who get all the ladies and don’t settle down.”
Laughing, I can’t help but smile. Gremlin’s got no game, especially being a prospect. “When was the last time you got a girl, Gremlin?”
He shrugs. “I get girls. I just don’t bring them around here.”
“Yeah, okay.”
Gremlin’s chest puffs out with pride. “I’ll have you know, I’ve been in a seven-month steady situationship.”
“Situationship, huh?”
He nods. “Yeah, she’s amazing.”
“Does she know you’re in a relationship?”
For some reason he pauses, and I realize my joke may have hit something it shouldn’t have.
“I’m just joking with you, Grem. I’m sure she’s great.”
Unfazed, he leans against his bike, smiling too wide. “The best. I can’t take my goddamn eyes off of her.”
“Can’t wait to meet her then.”
I kick a few of our tires before checking under each one to make sure their Gremlin bell is still intact. The last thing we need is someone to get in an accident on those winding Nevada roads. I may not be very superstitious, but that’s one biker lore I live and breathe.
“What about you? Find your special girl yet, or are you still hung up on that one chick?”
I don’t answer him.
“I see. She must be someone pretty special if you’re willing to stay devoted to her. I mean, she did stab you in the gut.”
