“What?” Halligan asked.
“That we’re going to make sure her psycho brother can never hurt her again,” McClure replied.
Halligan nodded. “Yep. I’m not sure how yet, but Loni will not spend the rest of her life looking over her shoulder.”
Chapter Eight
Halligan watched everyone interacting. Shield and Stinger from Saint’s Outlaws MC were making sure they met everyone. Of course, his nephews watched all of Twist’s storm chasing videos, so Stinger’s infamousI’m Gonna Dievideo had come up.
Loni was sitting talking with people. He wondered if she was aware that his dad and Peck were guarding her. With the added information of Franco whipping his wife, the men in the family had decided that when they were in a public place, like tonight in the bar, two male family members would be additional guards for Loni. Halligan hadn’t had a chance to let her know that because he’d only found out in a text thread twenty minutes ago.
“The party’s here,” Brew yelled as he walked into the bar carrying a case of Bluff Creek Brotherhood’s beer.
Halligan took the case and set it on the bar.
“Thanks for coming,” he said, shaking Brew’s hand.
“We brought the truck so we could bring the beer, and I trailered my bike,” Brew said.
“I thought you said you’d be right out with help to unload the beer,” a woman’s voice said from the doorway.
“I was gone like half a minute, woman. Now come meet Halligan,” Brew said.
A gorgeous, dark-haired woman with an easy smile walked up.
“Oh, well aren’t you a tall drink of water,” she said.
“Renae, he’s the one who has a wife,” Brew said, rolling his eyes.
“Brew, did anyone ever tell you that the stick up your ass is probably why you don’t have a girlfriend? Halligan obviously found a wife. Maybe you should ask for some pointers. Hi, I’m Renae Witham,” she said, holding out her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you. Thanks for coming to help us,” Halligan said. Renae was 5 feet 7 inches with brown hair that glistened in the lights. If he weren’t married and besotted by his wife, he’d be calling dibs before his cousins could. As it was, he was going to enjoy seeing who tried to tame the beauty. She had a strong grip, and if he wasn’t mistaken, she was carrying a gun under her leather jacket.
“Oh, I’m happy too. The clubhouse is running well, and it was getting a little boring in Cider Creek. Now which one’s your woman so I can introduce myself?” Renae said.
Halligan pointed toward Loni’s table. “The gorgeous dark-haired beauty over there,” he said.
“Awesome. Brew, get me a Mountain Dew, please,” Renae said, walking off.
Halligan chuckled, then belly laughed.
“Executive assistant for the clubhouse,” Halligan sputtered.
“Mom decided the clubhouse was a mess after Beth and Rose ratted us out. She hired Renae to keep the clubhouse running smoothly. It’s clean. We have fantastic food, but sometimes Renae treats me like a little kid,” Brew said, shaking his head.
“Noted,” Halligan said, trying to stop laughing.
“We better get her a Mountain Dew. I don’t want to see what happens when Renae doesn’t have her drink. Not again,” Brew said, turning to go out.
Halligan followed him to the door. “What happened?”
“That’s a story for another time. I’ll pull around to the side delivery entrance if you’ll have a couple guys meet me to unload,” Brew said.
Halligan nodded, then sent two of the guys to help unload.
He went behind the bar and poured Renae a Mountain Dew from the fountain, then filled a pitcher of it. He made his way to the table where Loni and Renae were.
“Mountain Dew as requested with a refill pitcher if you need. Can I get you ladies any food?” Halligan asked, leaning close to slip his arm around Loni.
