Stone snickered, taking a sip of his beer.
“You never laugh like that. What did you do?” Rascal asked, sitting down.
“I drained the gas from it to make sure everyone had time to get here,” Stone said.
“Nice job,” Scoop said.
“I might have also added some modifications to his helmet. I thought the penalty wasn’t quite enough,” Stone said.
Gunner handed out plates and napkins, then passed around the trays of snacks.
“I have dessert after we finish our activity tonight,” Gunner said.
“Activity sounds ominous when you don’t explain anything,” Baron said.
Gunner shrugged. Nope, he wasn’t sharing yet.
Slice, Bear, Cannon, and Ben walked in.
“Dumbass is about two blocks behind us,” Ben said.
Gunner directed them to the beers. This was going to be a long three months for Finn, but maybe he’d think twice before he ran his mouth off.
Instead of the throaty growl of a Harley, the buzzing sound of a motorbike came closer and Finn pulled up. Gunner shook his head at all of the men pulling out their phones to video. When he saw the modifications Stone had made, hechuckled along with everyone else. Finn’s helmet now sported a unicorn horn, and the back fender of the bike had what Gunner thought looked like a unicorn tail made from plastic.
Finn walked in and paused at everyone waiting on him.
“Fuck…” he groaned. “It is I, Prospect Finn, tasked with fighting for the rights of majestic unicorns. How may I be of service to the realm?” Finn asked.
“You can take off your hat so we can properly see you,” Ben said, laughing between the words.
“I knew it had to be you,” Finn yelled, running toward Ben.
Chairs scraped as everyone got up to keep the brothers from brawling.
“Stop! If you two want to fight, we can make a time, but you’re not going to damage anything in the business. We’re here to complete a project for Gunner. Suck it up and quit acting like children,” War said.
When both men nodded, everyone calmed down and sat down. War grabbed the hat off ofFinn before he sat down, which had everyone laughing again. Finn’s short blonde hair was now a pink color.
“Gunner, let’s get started,” War said.
“Okay, I’d like your help with Valentine’s cards. Since we’re opening right before Valentine’s and the shop is Broken Hearts Brewing, I want to have Valentine’s cards available for everyone who comes in the first week. I also asked Regina for a list of widows or widowers who lost their person in the last year. I’ll be sending them a note with an invitation to come to our opening. I also want the cards available for anyone who has had a breakup to pick up,” Gunner said.
He looked around the room. He didn’t pick up any negativity about doing the activity.
“Sounds good. Any specifications for what we write?” Stone asked.
Gunner grinned as everyone started discussing what would be best and taking the supplies Gunner had laid out. He should have known he didn’t have anything to worry about since the activity was for others.
He stared at Finn with the pink hair. He wondered if they should have someone dressed up for the holiday—not necessarily Cupid, but maybe something unique to Broken Hearts. He texted what he was pondering to Rachel. She could start thinking about it and they could brainstorm together.
Gunner refilled the food trays and then sat down to write a couple cards. This chapter of his life was coming together, but he was itching to move to the next. He would have never believed he could be all in so quickly.
“Hey, Gunner, do you have any more trash cans or buckets for the paper scraps? I hate to make more work for you because we’re all messy,” Brody said.
“Yeah, let me go grab some. I have some in the smash room,” Gunner said. He appreciated Brody thinking of his time and wanting to help. Honestly, he’d been worried that Brody would do something to the store, but then he realized Brody wasn’t that juvenile.
He pushed the door open and was immediately covered in something wet and cold. He looked at the gelatinous chunks on his arms and his shirt. He knew immediately what had happened.
