“Speaking of family, I really like Mercy. We’ve been texting. Is it weird if I make your sister my bestie? She and I just, I don’t know, get along,” she admitted.
“Go for it. I want to be besties with Verity.” I loved Mercy and Tru, too.
“Are they coming to the party you and Spencer are having?” she asked.
I thought for a moment. “I’m not sure. Probably not? But I’ll invite everyone to the wedding next year. Maybe some of them could even be in it.”
“That sounds good. Mercy and Verity can be your attendants. Fuck, how boring is your and Spencer’s party going to be?”
“Hopefully not boring at all. It’ll probably be really fancy, though. We’re not going to have much of a program. Cocktails and appetizers with mingling, then dinner and dancing. Probably no speeches.” It sounded good to me. Also, Spencer wasn’t up for much still, but his mother was pushing this to be sooner rather than later.
“Elegant is fine. I want good music,” she agreed. “Speaking of music, can I take music off your laptop?”
“Yeah, take any music, movies, or books you’d like,” I replied.
“Back to the reception. Can we rent out a fancy restaurant?”
“We could. Spencer’s taking me to his club to see it.” What Wes had said about grill masters and bouncy castles hit something. Could we make a cookout elegant? Spencer was the grill master, so it could make sense to have that theme.
I finished our lap around the block. Another motorcycle pulled up next to us. Spencer was on his, which was a larger version of mine without the sidecar.
Shit, he looked fucking sexy on a motorcycle.
He rode with us as we took another lap. Finally, we returned to the house.
“You look beautiful on that,” Spencer said, taking off his helmet, as we parked in the driveway.
“Thank you.” I grinned. It was the nicest gift.
“Ri, how was it?” Jett asked her.
“It’s fine. Spence, can you add me and Grace to your club? Also, get us tennis lessons? Please? We want to play doubles with Kilroy and his mom. That’s their club. It’s not Hiro or Marco’s though,” Riley said as she climbed out of the sidecar.
“Of course. I was thinking of making it a pack membership, anyway.” Spencer nodded and turned to Brennan. “I know you have your own club that you use for business, but considering your family also belongs to it, I thought you might like options?”
“Thank you. Yes, I’m unwelcome there right now,” Brennan answered.
“The Queen Mum didn’t like your terms?” he asked.
“Not at all. Really, it would be better for her to trade, since forcing the sale of my building won’t get her the one she wants,” Brennan replied.
“People are still really mad about the Morris Foundation cutting the omega scholarships,” Jett added.
Spencer got out his phone. “Brennan, we should meet again about foundation things. How’s your week?”
“What about tomorrow?” Brennan checked his own phone.
“That works because Grace can now drive, so after we go to the carnival meeting at Hiro’s, she can drop me off at school.” Riley looked smug.
Right. The one fornextschool year. It seemed like mom-politics were the same no matter what world you were in.
“You can take my car.” Spencer nodded. “We should get you something. A pink convertible?”
“A pink pickup truck with a sticker that saysSilly boys, trucks are for girls?” I grinned.
“I love it. If lessons are over, we should get going,” Spencer reminded me.
“Sounds good, let me get changed. Thank you. I love my motorcycle.” I pulled him down to give him a kiss. After putting our bikes away, I went inside. I had a text.
