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“Stop being an ass. Everything good?”
“No, everything is not good.” He rubbed a hand across his forehead. “Gonna need all hands on deck for this one.”
“You got it. I’ll call everyone in. Give me a few hours. Let’s meet this evening at six. I’ll see if Brooke’s up for cooking dinner tonight, and we can meet before. Make sure you bring Kelsie.”
Curly was all in, no questions asked. Ty’s throat thickened. This right here was why he’d joined the club. It’s what he’d gone looking for all those years ago when he and Curly prospected with a very different kind of club. For Ty, it’d merely been a disappointment, but for Curly, a life-altering mistake. That they’d been given this second chance at a strong brotherhood meant the fucking world. Who else would, no questions asked, call in the cavalry to kick ass and take names?
No one but the Hell’s Handlers.
CHAPTER TWENTY
THE SHARP KNIFE slid through the potato like butter.
Slice.
Slice.
Slice.
The back of Kelsie’s head itched from the strength of the stares coming off the hoard of nosey women sharing the kitchen with her. Beyonce belted powerful lyrics in the background, providing the perfect ambience for this impromptu cooking and wine-drinking party. They hadn’t been at this long, but clearly, all the ladies knew she’d spent the night at Ty’s house and were dying for details, yet no one was brave enough to ask.
Surprising. Especially for Liv.
Kelsie continued her assigned kitchen task for about three more minutes before she couldn’t take it any longer.
“Okay,” she said, setting the knife on the counter with a loud clatter. She whirled around, folded her arms across her chest, and rested her backside against the counter. “Out with it. What do y’all want to know?”
Harper, ever the sweetheart, was the first to respond. She shook her head, waving the fork she’d been using to shred the pulled pork. “Honey, your business is your business. You do not need to tell us anyth—”
Liv wasn’t so unassuming. “Harper, zip it!” She hopped off a stool and click-clacked across the kitchen in shoes Kelsie envied. “You need to tell us everything… everything.” She waggled her eyebrows as she poked a finger into Kelsie’s sternum.
Heat rushed from her chest to her face. “You really want to know?”
“Yes!” They chorused.
Okay then. “Um, well, after you and Spec dropped me off at Ty’s last night—”
“You guys spent the entire night swinging from the rafters while naked?” Rachel asked. Of all the women, Kelsie knew her the least. She was Frost’s ol’ lady and Curly’s half-sister.
“No, no, not the rafters. You were making passionate love, right?” Liv clasped her hands over her heart and sighed before Kelsie could answer the first intrusive question.
“For fuck’s sake.” Jo rolled her eyes. She’d been stacking rolls on a large platter but abandoned the task in favor of this intrusive conversation. “Can you let the poor woman speak for herself? And ‘making passionate love?’ Who the hell says that?”
Liv whirled on her. “I do, and you shut it, or you’re cut off,” she added, pointing a perfectly manicured nail at Jo’s beer. According to Brooke, Liv wasn’t the most skilled in the kitchen, so she’d been relegated to making sure everyone’s drink was topped off, and she took her job very seriously. It seemed like every time Kelsie took a sip of her wine, Liv was there to replenish it.
With a wide grin, Liv spun back around. “I’m kidding, mostly,” she said with a shrug. “We want to make sure everything went well. That you are okay and feel good about whatever did or didn’t happen between you and Ty.”
Kelsie tilted her head and studied the glamorous woman. “But you’d prefer if something did happen?”
“Well, of course, girl.” Liv playfully slapped her shoulder. “We are very picky about our sisters and want you to be one. So please put us out of our misery and tell us something!”
“We don’t claim her,” Brooke called from the other side of the kitchen.
“Please, you love me, and you know it. Now stop distracting her.” Liv practically stomped her heeled foot as she waited without an ounce of patience.
Kelsie couldn’t help it. She grinned, and it quickly turned into full-on laughter. “You guys are hilarious and a little crazy. Seriously, I haven’t known you long, but I can already say you are the best friends I’ve ever had.” She pressed a hand to the left side of her chest. “Thank you for all that you have done for me. I mean that from the bottom of my heart.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, big love fest.” Liv flicked her hand in a hurry-up motion.
