“You want a drink?” Country asked Isla.
“No, I’m good. I’m driving tonight. It was the only way I could get Courtney here, that I promised I would drive her home, and she could have a few drinks to relax.”
I stood from the stool, and Country’s eye swung to me. “You jettin’?”
“Yeah, Prez. Got some place to be.”
He winked. “Have fun.”
I grinned because I knew I would.
It was another hour, though, before I got away since Tech came to me with a problem at Polished Pussies and Penises. I had to head over there and be backup for some other brothers since a bunch of drunk bachelor party dickheads had arrived.
By the time I got out of there, three pricks would have a few extra bruises to deal with at the wedding. One of them would be the groom, who wouldn’t leave Fantasia, one of our women, alone.
It left me in a crap mood, but I knew Lucas would have me feeling better in seconds. Hell, all I had to do was see his smile, and I’d be better.
I parked my car in the driveway since Saint wouldn’t be there, and Lucas would have Saint’s car in the garage. Lucas didn’t like to drive. He preferred to walk everywhere, but if he had to, he borrowed Saint’s car. He was slowly saving up for his own.
When I reached the front door, I heard noises on the inside. Before I could unlock it, the door swung open, and in it stood Saint.
Fuck.
“Hey, brother, what are you doin’ here?”
“Just dropped by to see you.” As soon as it was out of my mouth, I realized it sounded lame. I only usually came over when Saint had asked because, before Lucas got there, I felt like I didn’t want to intrude on Saint’s time alone or with one of his many women.
“Cool, come on in. I was just runnin’ out to check the car for Lucas’s phone. He’s freakin’ out he can’t find it.”
“I am not. Okay, maybe a little. Hi, Wa—Wreck.” He smiled as he stopped beside his brother. “I’ll go and check the car. You go and see if Mom needs help in the kitchen.”
“Your parents are here? Shit, brother, I’ll come back when it’s not family time.”
“Bullshit, Wreck. Get in here.” He handed the keys to Lucas, who then pushed by me, and I felt his finger graze my hand as he did. “The ’rents are just here for dinner since the aunt had her family over.”
“Saint, it’s family dinner, I’ll see you when I see you at the compound.”
“Brother, Mom always makes enough food to feed an army. Get in here to eat.”
I really didn’t want to meet Lucas’s parents. What if they hated me? What if they judged me to be a bad person before they found out I was with their son? Shit, I wasn’t dressed for the occasion either. I had on my boots, torn jeans, a Henley, and my club vest. If I’d known I was meeting the parents, I would have worn a fucking shirt or something.
Christ, my chest felt tight.
I would walk into any trouble without a problem, but this was different. Fear had my gut twisting.
“I don’t know,” I said just as a short, older woman, who had Lucas’s wild hair, stepped up next to Saint.
“Hello, who do we have here? My, aren’t you a big boy.”
“Mom,” Saint started, curling his arm around her shoulders. “This is a brother of mine from the club. Name’s Wreck.”
“Wade, yeah, uh, call me Wade, Mrs. Storey.”
Saint gave me a surprised look before he covered it with a grin. “Right.”
“It’s so nice to meet you, Wade. Come on in and have some dinner with us.”
“Thank you for the offer, but—”
“Oh, I won’t take no for an answer.” She smiled.
“I found it,” Lucas announced, bounding up the stairs. “It was under the car. I don’t know how it got there.” He looked at all of us. “What’s going on?”
“We’re trying to talk Wade into joining us for dinner,” Mrs. Storey explained.
“That’s a great idea,” Lucas said. He either didn’t see the panic in my eyes or chose to ignore it because he was then shoving at my back. When Saint laughed and moved himself and his mom into the house more, I glared over my shoulder at Lucas.
“I am not havin’ dinner with your parents. What if they hate me?”
His hands fell away when he jerked his head back in shock, but then he smiled wide. “It’s sweet you’re worried, but they’ll love you.”
“Lucas….”
“Nope, you’re coming in. Besides, I’ll miss you if you leave.” He pouted, and I fucking wanted to kiss him.
“Fuck. Fine,” I clipped and stepped into the house.
“Who do we have here?” I heard boomed. Looking up, I saw an older version of Saint sitting in the living room chair.
“Dad, this is… um, well, he’s Zion’s friend from the club.”
His dad stood and walked closer, holding out his hand. I took it and shook. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Storey.”
“You also, son. Maybe you can tell me what goes on at a biker’s club. Zion isn’t forthcoming, and I’ve seen Sons of Anarchy.”
I laughed. “Well, I can tell you it’s nothin’ like that show. It’s a safe place for us to come together and hang out.”
“Hmm, good answer, but I’m sure I’m missing something.”
I shrugged, smiling. “I can’t think of what.”
“Dad, leave the guy alone. He’s here to have dinner and not get questioned about anything.”
Mr. Storey rolled his eyes but said, “All right, kiddo.”
“I’m not a kid,” Lucas grumbled under his breath.
“Lucas, honey, come set the table,” Mrs. Storey called. Lucas ducked into the kitchen as Saint shot out, holding three bottles of beer. I quickly took it, unscrewed the
