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I watched Tracker from the rearview mirror, he smiled. It was the first real one he’d had all day. Being the oldest, I had no doubt he’d take the longest to adjust. Paxton would embrace the changes a lot easier.

Following the road to the house, I shook my head when they came into view.

Everyone was outside, and there were balloons attached to my porch railing along with a banner that read ‘Welcome to Black Hawk MC Tracker and Paxton.

“What’s the big garage for at the house we just passed?” Tracker asked.

“That’s where me and my brothers build custom bikes.”

“Will you teach me?”

“You want to learn how to build bikes, Tracker?”

“It’d be cool.”

“Then I’ll teach you.”

“Can I learn, too?” Paxton asked.

“Sure thing, Pax.”

“Are all these people part of your club?”

“Sure are. And it’s your club now, too, Tracker.”

He didn’t respond, and I noticed he did it when either he was upset or he didn’t want to share what he thought. We’d work on that, we had plenty of time.

I pulled the truck on the side of the house, and everyone got out. Paxton walked beside Mac and held her hand. Tracker walked boldly out in front. The kid had a backbone for sure and I was glad to see it.

We reached the front of the house where my brothers, their ol’ ladies and kids stood with huge smiles.

I introduced the boys, then Mac took over with introducing the adults. It wouldn’t take long for the boys to remember everyone.

The kids were saved for last, and I noticed Ally, Neely, Paxton, and Tracker were having a stare-off. Sami noticed it, too, and nudged Ally.

She sighed and stepped closer to the boys. “Hi, I’m Ally,” she said with no enthusiasm in her voice.

“Why don’t you try that again?” Sami scolded.

“Fine. But can someone please have a girl around here. We’re drowning in penises.”

Tracker and Paxton both burst out laughing. Which was the first sign that things would work out.