Page 66 of The Biker's Brother

He looked at her. “We felt the heat of the blast as we were hightailing it away. Didn’t we? Just like in the movies.”

She smiled. “Me more than you. Your back was being sheltered byme.”

Everybody laughed at that and Cami was starting to feel less anxious about the strange surroundings.

“This big redheaded son of a bitch named Cannon Johns was wearing a Sons NOMAD patch. He’s the one who drove us to that deathtrap you bought for us to fly home in. Said he’s coming home after one more job.”

“We’ll be glad to get him back,” Brant said. “And that plane wasn’t a death trap. The former owner and I go way, way back. He would not let my kid get into a plane that wasn’t safe. Just because something’s old doesn’t mean it’s not serviceable.”

“Feeling sensitive about your age, Prez?” said Rock.

“Fuck off,” said Brant.

After dinner, Brand turned to his pop and said, “Where’s Brash?”

“He’s ironing out that deal with the McIlhaneys. Oh, and by the way, I didn’t tell your mother anything about this, um, job.”

Brand lifted an eyebrow. “So you’re saying you want me to keep quiet?”

Brant lowered his chin and scowled. “You know damn well that’s what I’m saying.”

“Sorry. But I’m not in the habit of keeping things from my mother.” Brandon smiled in the most irritating way possible. “What’s in it for me?”

“The first thing club members have to learn is how to keep their mouths shut.”

“Yeah. So?”

“So what’s in it for you is a patch.” Brant couldn’t help his grin when he saw emotion move over Brandon’s face. “Voted you in today.” Brant slapped him on the shoulder with a big paw and rocked him back and forth a little. “Tomorrow’s Friday. We’ll have a pig roast tomorrow night to celebrate. Everybody’ll be here.”

Brand swallowed hard. He hadn’t realized exactly how much he wanted that until it was in his grip. “That’s…”

It was just as well that Rescue interrupted him because he wasn’t sure what he was going to say.

“She like dogs?” Rescue said and Brandon deduced that he was talking about Cami.

“I don’t know.” He started to ask why, but then realized where the question was coming from. “Let’s find out.”

“Cam?” She was talking to one of the wives, but turned to Brand’s voice. “Do you like dogs?”

Confusion registered on her face. “Of course. What kind of person doesn’t like dogs?”

“A bad sort,” Rescue confirmed with complete conviction.

“The reason he’s asking is because one of the club’s interests is in canine security. Rescue trains dogs to take care of people. If it would be okay to leave one of the dogs with you tonight, it would be an extra measure of security.”

The idea was instantly appealing.

“If you’re sure the dog won’t suddenly decide that I’m the bad sort of person in the middle of the night.”

Rescue looked a little horrified and a little offended. “My dogs are stable, missy.”

When she realized that she’d inadvertently insulted Rescue, her eyes flew to Brand for help.

“I’m sorry, I…”

“Don’t worry about it. Rescue’s dogsarestable. He’s the one we’re not sure about.”

Rescue grumbled. “I’ll go get Daisy.”