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I rolled my eyes. “You really are such a Daddy.”

Tex and Hollywood were near enough to hear me. They broke into laughter.

“Oh, god, I can’t wait to tell Aiden,” Tex crowed.

“You think Aiden doesn’t call him Daddy every night?” I said with a grin.

“Knock it off, brat,” Knight said. “Joey has gotten a head start on drinking, so don’t encourage him.”

“See?” I pointed at him. “Daddy’s worried.”

Knight put a big hand in the center of my back and shoved me toward the nearest table. Hollywood and Tex followed, snickering quietly.

I dropped into a chair. “So, where’s Ghost?”

“He’s on his way,” Knight said dismissively. “How about I order you a burger while we wait?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I batted my eyelashes.

He swore under his breath and stomped over to the bar.

“I’ll get us some drinks,” Tex said, hopping up to follow Knight.

Hollywood turned in his seat to look at me. “You’re having fun poking the bear tonight.”

I shrugged. “He makes it easy.”

“Yeah. He cares about you. About all of us. But don’t forget, he could kick your ass without breaking a sweat.”

I leaned back in my chair, smirking. “Yeah, yeah.”

“But maybe you need a spanking after missing the meeting yesterday,” Hollywood continued. “Should I call up Kit?”

I straightened, heart thumping. “That’s not funny.”

“No? Why not?”

I glowered. “Because it’s all fucked up. I never should have gone there with him. It’s just too hard. Too much has happened.”

His brow furrowed. “I’m sorry to hear that. Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, draining the last of my beer. “Just peachy.”

Ghost arrived, beer already in hand, so he must have swung by the bar on his way in. Tex returned with two bottles of beer for him and Hollywood.

I got a glass of water. Lucky me.

“Nobody needs four daddies,” I muttered.

Ghost looked confused. “Four daddies?”

“Don’t ask,” Hollywood advised. He was always the smart one.

The guys made small talk while Knight waited up at the bar. I wasn’t fooled. They were just biding their time, waiting until everyone was settled before they went in for the kill.

Ghost talked about the junkyard—mostly the dogs he worked with.

“That Taz is the craziest little mutt,” he said with a chuckle. “He actually scared the German shepherd into hiding from him. From a chihuahua.” He shook his head. “Tiny dog but big balls.”