Pearl pointed at Shay.“See?Medical.”
Prime rubbed a hand over his mouth, probably hiding a smile.
Anchor looked around the table like every person sitting there had betrayed him.“No stopping,” he repeated.
Pearl smiled sweetly.“Of course.”That tone meant bullshit.Anchor knew it too.I could see it in the way his jaw tightened.
Prime stood and grabbed Shay’s empty plate.“I’ll get my keys.”
Anchor shook his head at him.“I haven’t agreed.”
Prime kept walking toward the sink.“You’re going to.”
Shay beamed.
McKayla leaned closer to me and whispered, “Is this what democracy looks like in a motorcycle club?”
“No.”
“What is it then?”
“Pearl winning.”
She glanced at Pearl, who was now smiling up at Anchor like she hadn’t just organized a small mutiny over ice cream.
“Good for her,” McKayla murmured.
Anchor sighed heavily.“Fine.”
Pearl immediately kissed his cheek.“Thank you.”
“No stopping.”
“Of course.”
“Pearl.”
“What?”she asked innocently.
He stared at her.
She held up her hands.“Ride first.Possible frozen dairy later.”
McKayla raised her hand.“I vote yes on frozen dairy.”
“You don’t get a vote,” Anchor said.
“I’m a hostage.I feel like that entitles me to at least one vote.”
“You’re not a hostage.”
“Strongly discouraged to leave guest,” she corrected.
Piney walked into the kitchen right then, hair messy and eyes barely open.“Who’s discouraged?”
“McKayla,” Shay said.“From leaving.”
“Oh.”Piney grabbed coffee.“Still?”
