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That I needed to be patient.
Patience, I had in spades.
I just wished that whoever was looking for me would find me fast. It wasn’t easy being the biggest brother in the club. It was bad enough I had a hard time understanding half of what everyone said, but my height was a hindrance. I towered over everyone, even King, who was still four inches shorter than me.
Then there was my communication problem.
I didn’t talk a lot. Not because I couldn’t, but because I didn’t understand the subtleties of communication very well. Just the thought of talking with a woman freaked me out.
How did one talk to a woman?
What if she didn’t understand me?
What if I said something wrong and she slapped me?
Or worse... what if I made her cry?
I didn’t like it when women cried.
“What ya doing standing in the cold, big guy?”
Seeing Gunner walk towards me, I shrugged my shoulders. “Pondering the aspects of familiar communication between the species.”
“Uh... sounds fun,” the VP of the club muttered. “Can you do that inside where it’s warm?”
“Of course, locality has no relevance to the intelligence of transmission.”
Groaning, Gunner shook his head. “Small words, big man. I only graduated high school.”
“I can think inside the clubhouse.”
“Sweet!” He smiled, slapping me on my shoulder. “Then let’s get inside before our balls freeze and fall off.”
Nodding, I followed, only to stop a few moments later.
“Gunner, you know that’s physically impossible, right? Male genitalia have several blood vessels that emit heat with every pump of blood.”
“Frank,” Gunner interrupted, shaking his head. “It was a joke, buddy. Come on, it’s time to party!”
“Oh.”
Chapter Four
Claudia
“Eugene!” I shouted, storming into the clubhouse looking for the one person I knew that would sympathize with the shit day I’d had. Even better, I knew the fucker would help me get drunk. I would ask Bailey to join me, but the woman went and got herself pregnant, along with damn near all the other women in this club.
Maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea.
I didn’t need to catch what they were all getting.
“Damn it, Lidi,” my brother groaned from behind the bar. “I told you when I’m here, you have to call me Enigma.”
“I’ll call you any damn thing I want to. I know what you call your dick.”
Priest, who was sitting at the end of the bar nursing a beer, started choking. King laughed, slapping his brother on the back. “She got you there, Enigma. So, what brings you by today, Claudia?”
“I need to get drunk,” I huffed, taking a seat at the bar.
