Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Two years?” I asked as she kissed each of the twins on the cheek.
“Ari and I visited each of the states and territories,” Kit said, looking at me curiously. Maybe wondering if I hadn’t watched their travel vlog channel. I hadn’t. I never felt guilty about it until that moment.
“Oh, right, yeah,” I said, like it had just skipped my mind as I made a mental note to catch up on at least some of their videos in the near future. Now that I think about it, it was probably fucked of me not to have kept tabs on them. More shit that fell away when I’d been so deeply in that hole.
“You got that homestead of yours set up yet?” Croft asked Kit.
“Enough,” Kit said.
“Then we’ll come over and cook for you once we settle in here.”
“I’m holding you to that,” Kit said, giving each of them another peck before moving away.
“Got a blonde at the bar peeping at you nonstop,” Croft informed me, making me turn to look at Lexy.
“That’s my girl. Lexy,” I explained, surprised at how easily that came out.
“Yeah? Nice pull,” Rune said. “Feel like we missed out on a lot of that. Coupling up,” he added, his gaze moving around.
“Yeah, the guys have been busy. But Nave, Sully, Callow, and Brooks are all still single. Lots of partying to look forward to. I’ll let you guys get started on it,” I said, clamping each of them behind their shoulders, then moving back to Lexy.
“The girl with the purple hair…” Lexy said when I joined her again.
“Kit,” I said.
“Kit. Kit and… Ariah.”
“Ari,” I said, nodding.
“The travelers,” she guessed.
“Yep. On that topic, any interest on watching some travel vlogs with me?” I asked. “I mean, it’s no Forensic Files,” I teased.
“We can give it a try,” she said, nodding.
“Think we are gonna start on Puerto Rico,” I said, wondering if they captured the twins at all, or anything to do with what those guys had been up to for years. “So, you want a tour?” I asked as the party kicked up around us, and we both kind of just… watched it unfold rather than really participating.
“Yes,” she said, throwing back her drink. “I need to see that glass room on the roof.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Lexy
Parties might not have been my thing, but this one at the clubhouse somehow felt different.
Maybe that was simply because these were all Finn’s people. It felt like this was less of a party and more like a giant family gathering. Club girls aside, everyone seemed to know everyone, and they bounced around from group to group, smiling, laughing, teasing each other.
With some eavesdropping, I got to finally put some faces to names Finn had already told me about.
Niro, the former cage fighter. His girl, Andi. Who he’d been in love with since they were kids.
Layna, the professional gambler who seemed to con the twins into a game, money involved. Then wiped the floor with them effortlessly.
Luna, the bookworm, who had likely been dragged out of her house by her more outgoing cousins, who’d found a corner to hide herself in, flipping the pages of a giant book, and completely ignoring the craziness around her.
Willa, the very rich corporate woman, clearly dropping in from work in her tapered gray slacks and simple silk blouse a color of pink so pale it was almost white.
It almost felt a bit like a documentary, watching all these people interact, seeing which bonds were closer than others, who was more the life of the party, and who was reserved.
Maybe I was invested in them because I was becoming invested in Finn.
These were his people.
He loved them.
I wanted them to at least like me.
That said, I wasn’t exactly disappointed when I was led away from the chaos of the party, and walked down a hallway full of doors to the room that was the giant addition I’d spied from the outside with big, thick walls and high-up windows. Almost something like a high school gym in style, but instead of a big, empty gleaming floored space, was something that resembled more of an army barracks.
Along the longest wall was a row of black bunk beds with white bedding. Six, in total. There were footlockers at the foot of each one and a row of four cabinets on another wall. Likely meant for storing belongings.
To the side was a bathroom with a center double sink vanity. Then to each side were rooms with toilets and stall showers.
“This place is gonna be full now,” Finn said, looking at the beds. “Til Sutton leaves, at least.”
“What happens when a new chapter opens up?” I asked, following him back into the hall where the ‘patched’ members of the club had their bedrooms. Not all of them, of course. There weren’t enough. But Finn told me on the walk down them that some of the brothers who got wives and kids simply gave up their rooms, since they weren’t around enough to use them anymore.