“I can’t believe I tried to get her a job with the club. Could you imagine what she could have done to the event?”
“Get her a job?”
“Yeah, she was the friend I was asking about a job for.”
A job…Bram’s girlfriend…The winter festival. I need to talk to Bram without punching him in the face. “Rogue?”
“Yeah. I’ll stay close.”
“Dad?”
“Don’t worry about it. Why don’t you go find Rykka or Journey? I think they’re at the clubhouse today. I’ve got to go take care of something.”
“Okay.” Creed steps back.
“I don’t want you to worry about me. I’m fine. Got that?”
“You aren’t. But we will be.”
That boy sees too much. “Gotta go. Call me if you need to talk.”
Creed nods. He doesn’t even joke that Bishop is around. Maybe I should take him on a vacation or to visit Willow Street. All those teenage girls should distract him…
Like going from the frying pan into the fire is a good idea.
“Should we invite Bishop to come with us? Or are you going to be able to control yourself?” Rogue jogs beside me.
“Bram didn’t do anything.”
“That doesn’t stop the guttural response to seeing him hugging your woman. The woman your heart claimed.”
The image of Greer hugging Bram in the Ivy Café is permanently etched into my brain, replaying over and over again. “She’s not mine.”
“Your heart hasn’t figured that out.”
“It will.”
Volt comes running towards us. “There’s a situation.”
Not another one. “What?”
“The storm that was going to pass by us to the north turned. We’re getting hit by a blizzard tonight.”
I vaguely remember seeing something about that on the news. It was supposed to be a complete whiteout. “How many feet?”
“Two to four in twelve hours.”
“That’s going to end up knocking out our power grid.”
Volt nods.
“Send out a message to the brotherhood. Make sure everyone is safe and accounted for. We’re going to need to drop off meals and some supplies for the elderly in town. Let’s get to work.”
***
“Dad, do you think we should go check on Greer?” Creed asks when we finally pull into our driveway.
It’s already started snowing.
