“Yes, we’re very happy,” Nate chuckled.
Ecstatic.
Even more so because we’d just decided to move the whole family to the new house after the weekend. We really only needed to get Lily’s and Mikey’s stuff over there, and then wecould grab some boxes here and there after work and when we were in the area.
I pulled in next to the carport because it was full—and so was the lawn on the left of the carport. In other words, plenty of members here tonight.
In fact, I spotted a few of the usual suspects out on the front lawn. Greer, Colt, Reese, and KC.
I took another bite of my burger and killed the engine.
Given that Ma had no plans on letting Nate go anytime soon, I gestured that I would go ahead, and he nodded and waved me off.
I grabbed my milkshake too.
The sun was about to set west of the house, and the last rays found me between the trees.
“If it ain’t the man of the hour.” Reese smirked. “August sent me a report this mornin’ on which posts had garnered the most engagement, and your dynamic update listing yourself as Nathan’s husband was the second.”
I laughed and walked a little faster. “Which one was the most popular?”
“A video of Kingsley striking Tate with a cane.” He offered a chef’s kiss at that, and I made a mental note to search for that video. It sounded like something I would enjoy. “Where’s your man?”
“In the truck, talkin’ to my ma.” I crammed the last of the burger into my mouth when I reached them, and I bumped fists with Colt, Reese, and Greer—but I knew better with KC. I shook his hand, to which he smirked.
Yeah, I remembered. He and Lucian had once had a conversation about fist-bumping being for kids. I’d obviously walked by at the right moment to hold out my fist.
“How the fuck are ya, boys?” I asked, chewing.
Colt toasted with his coffee mug. “Livin’ the life, man.”
“No complaints here.” KC smiled.
“I’m wonderin’ what’s in there.” Greer pointed to my milkshake.
“Not for you, is what it is.” I held it away from him and pocketed the wrapper from the burger.
“I can smell the strawberries,” he stated. “I’m hungry.”
I shook my head and sucked from the straw. I’d share any other food with him, but never something with strawberries, because he would legit walk away with it.
“I’m not new here, buddy. Get your own,” I told him.
Colt laughed at him. “You’ve got a reputation.”
Greer scoffed.
“Where’s Archie?” KC asked.
“In our cabin,” Greer replied. “He needs a break, so he’s watching carpet-cleaning videos on Facebook.”
Ah. Been there, done that. They just annoyed the fuck out of me, though. Where did they find those cheap-ass rugs, at the bottom of a swamp? When the cleaning alone cost five times more than the rug was worth, it was time to rethink some shit.
I turned back to Reese. “Do you know how one could loophole their way outta the rule about not reserving any playrooms for the ball?”
He shrugged and scratched his elbow. “You can still reserve a bed or a spot in a room, just not the whole area. What do you have in mind?”
“If we still have mattresses in storage, I wouldn’t mind some in the dojo,” I replied.
