“Love you more, Phoebe,” he replies, kissing my shoulder.
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
Prophet
I head into the clubhouse,Cami in my arms, and spot Rebel in the common room at one of the tables. “Hey, pres, you got a few minutes?” I ask as I walk toward him.
“Yeah,” he answers, nodding his head. “What's up, Prophet? Is she feeling better?”
“Finally, thank goodness. That was a helluva trip, that’s for sure,” I reply, pulling out a chair and sitting down.
“Where’s Phoebe?” he questions.
“She had to go in and get a blood draw done. They want to check to make sure the infection is gone before they remove her PICC line,” I tell him. “But that’s not why I wanted to talk to you.”
He sits back and looks at me, then I watch as a slow smile crosses his face. “It’s like that, huh?” he queries.
“Like what?” I question, playing dumb.
“Brother, I know you’ve just been marking time for a while now. Yes, you’ve got the tattoo shop, and you’re planning to open up the martial arts studio, but now that you’ve got Phoebe and Cami, your priorities have changed.”
I sit back, shocked that he hit the nail on the head. I guess that’s why he’s the president, because the restlessness I was feeling has all but dissipated. I have no clue what’s going to happen in the future beyond the fact that I plan to make Phoebe my wife and support her in whatever she wants to accomplish.
“They have, but that doesn’t mean the club’s not still a priority, Rebel.”
“I know it is, Prophet. The club is ingrained in your DNA like it is all of ours. Right now, though, you’re adjusting toyournew normal is all,” he excuses. “But I saw something when we were all up in the mountains and I think you’d be doing yourself and Phoebe a disservice if you didn’t go after what you want.”
“Are you a fucking psychic or something?” I ask. “Hell, I don’t even know what I want yet!”
“Yes, you do. You’ve known for a while now. Don’t kid yourself, Prophet. Phoebe’s good at what she does,” he replies. “As in,reallygood. I know from what she told Holly that the main reason she stopped taking contract assignments was because of Cami. We now have two RVs that the club owns, brother. So, I think she should take those jobs, and you should go with her. We can hold the fort down.”
“Rebel, I’m your enforcer, I can’t just hit the road for weeks and even months at a time,” I dispute.
“Why not? All of our businesses are doing well, and it’s not like y’all would be gone forever,” he retorts.
I sigh and say, “She’s pursuing another degree to become a nurse practitioner.”
“And?”
“Well, I mean, I guess that would make her more valuable to Thelma’s company in the long run, but she’s got a job at the hospital,” I reply.
“Didn’t you say she has been loaned out in the past?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I slowly say. “So, what you’re saying is, they’ll probably have no problem with her doing it again.”
“Exactly. Plus, Cami’s young enough that traveling with her might not always be easy, but you don’t have to worry about school or anything like that,” he points out. “Now would be the best time to travel since once she starts school, unless you plan to homeschool her, you’ll be somewhat tied down.”
“What about the club?” I ask.
“What about it? Hell, if there’s another situation like what y’all were just in, we’ll just pack up and come help. No big deal.”
I sigh because all of this has been rolling through my head for weeks now. At the end of the day, I don’t care where I lay my head as long as Phoebe’s is next to mine. “I’ve got responsibilities here.”
“You’ve got a good crew at the shop, you only take clients youwantto work on, and in this day and age with the internet and most things being done online, most everything can be done that way with the exception of actually laying ink, Prophet. It’s something to think about, don’t you think?” he asks.
“Yeah, and I’ll talk to Phoebe as well to see what she wants to do. One of the reasons I came by is I need to see if a few of the brothers can help me get my shit moved to her house, Cami’s too, of course.”
