Jackson answers on the first ring. “Hey Daiz, what’s up?”
“Not much. I was just wondering if we could meet for lunch tomorrow?”
“Yeah, sure. Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s good. Nothing to worry about.”
“Alright. I’ll be working over at the warehouse tomorrow. Dirk and Jess are moving back to their house in town, so I’ll be there helping them.”
“Wow. I didn’t know they were moving. Is everything okay?”
Brody frowns, sitting forward.
Jackson laughs. “They’re good. Just taking back some time for themselves, you know?”
“I get that.”
“They want to do some traveling, and they didn’t want to hold up a room at the warehouse that someone from the club could use.”
“That will be a big change for the club.”
“It will, but I’m happy for them. They deserve to relax.”
“I agree. Well, anyway, I won’t keep you. I’ll just grab takeout and bring it to the warehouse. How does that sound?”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Have a good rest of the day, Jackson. ‘Bye.”
Everyone is looking at me expectantly when I end the call. They’re all wondering what we were talking about. “Dirk and Jesse are moving out of the warehouse,” I tell them.
Ray raps his knuckles over the table, getting our attention. “Change is inevitable.”
Brody shakes his head and laughs. “But does it have to happen all at once?”
Chapter Sixteen
Jackson
My dad pats me on the back after I close the tailgate on Dirk’s truck. “Jesse has lunch set up for us over at the house.”
“That’s okay. I’m meeting Daisy here for lunch, so I’ll just catch you guys when you get back. You don’t have too much more to pack up, do you?”
My uncle laughs. “Sure, if that’s what you want to tell yourself.”
Dad joins in his amusement. “Better tell Willow you’ll be late tonight.”
I wave them off because I don’t really mind helping, and I know Willow will just come here if I’m working late.
Daisy pulls in as they pull out, so I wait for her by the door. I watch as she walks toward me. She’s hesitant in her step, and a tight smile pulls at the corners of her mouth. Shit, something is wrong.
“Hi!” she says.
Her cheerfulness seems forced. I give her a side hug as she passes me.
“Is the patio crowded?” she asks.
“I don’t know. We can go check.”
