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“We have a few regulars. A couple more who are around occasionally. But we like to do some… community outreach to get some other girls back here to party.”

“And the old ladies? What do I need to know about them?”

“That their husbands would rip off your arms and beat you to death with them if you so much as looked at ‘em sideways.”

“Got it,” Caymen agreed.

“They’re not around as much. Everyone’s off making and raising babies. For the most part, it’s just the single guys around the clubhouse most of the time.”

“Fine by me. What about the accommodations?”

“Alaric and Levee just moved into their own places, so you two should be getting their rooms.”

With the rate Huck was adding to the club, I figured it was only a matter of time before there were some plans for expansion to the clubhouse. He’d built his own home off to the side. But with another two prospects and the sounds of more on the horizon, it was going to start to feel cramped for those of us who didn’t move on and settle down.

“Not much to do out this way, right?”

“Hence why we party here. But there’s a new bar down in town we are gonna check out tonight, see if we can find some pretty to bring back here.”

“Sounds good to me. Been a long time since we had any time off to party.” Caymen’s gaze slid over toward where his brother was sitting on one of the chaise lounges next to Velle. The easy smile that had been on Dixon’s face a moment ago had fallen. “What’s his deal?”

“Velle… he has a talent for reading people. Huck likes it for the club. But some of us who don’t like anyone prodding aroundin our brains might want to be a little more careful around him. Got bomb-ass taste in music, though.”

“And what about him?” he asked, nodding his chin toward York.

“York used to bury bodies for the mob up in New York. Came down this way to take care of his grandfather. Got interested in the club. He’s good people. More on the serious side. But always up for a good time.”

“And him?” Caymen asked, looking over at Kylo.

“Did solo work for a long time until someone nearly punched his ticket for him. Came to join here not long after that. He’s not as serious as York and won’t shrink you like Velle. He’s the bird’s favorite person. Don’t take it personally.”

“And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What should I know about you? What might the other fucks say about you?”

“Me, I’m a Boy Scout,” I said, getting a snort out of him.

“Yeah, thatFuck Youink is real mature and grounded. And what’s the tat for?” he asked, nodding toward the tattoo that equaled thirteen notches.

Bodies.

They stood for bodies.

Ones in the ground.

Ones on my soul.

“A warning,” I told him, shrugging.

“Fair. I’m gonna go tap my brother out,” Caymen said, catching a look from his brother that clearly brought out his protective side.

As Caymen walked over to talk to Velle, I grabbed another beer and handed it to Dixon as he made his way back.

“He’s intense,” I said.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” Dixon admitted, taking a swig that nearly drained the beer in one sip.