Page 70 of Switchin' Lanes

At the reception, there’s a head table for Marley and Rascal. The rest of the wedding party is free to sit wherever. Lucky for us, Diesel has two spots saved for us at a table with Sienna, Shade, Raze, Minx, and Rivet.

“The two of you look amazing tonight,” Diesel says as we sit.

“Thank you,” Tink replies. “So do you.”

I give him a chin lift. It’s not very often any of us get dressed up like this, but Diesel in a blue, short sleeve pearl snap is hot as hell. I wouldn’t mind seeing him and Tink dressed up more.

A couple of announcements are made and the bride and groom get their food first. Once they’re seated, a prospect starts going around, letting one table at a time go through the food line.

“Good ol’ Texas barbecue.” I chuckle.

“The best there is,” Tink adds.

“After we eat, I need to go feed Belle,” Diesel says when we are back at the table. “She’ll be hungry soon.”

“And if you don’t feed her on time, she’ll be mad at you.” Tink laughs.

“She’s a little spitfire when she’s mad.” Diesel chuckles.

“She gets it from her mama,” I add.

“Hey!” Tink laughs again.

Popping in the distance catches my attention. I barely hear it over the sound of the music.

“Stay here,” I tell Tink. I stand from the table.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back.” I give Diesel a look to let him know I’m serious about her staying put and walk toward the clubhouse. The pops get louder and it’s then I recognize it as gunshots.

“Fuck!”