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If Pam hadn’t look out of place enough, the pearls around her neck that are now clutched in her fists as she leans behind my dad, clench the image.
“I’ve seen him in town. He’s always in the background but I’m good with faces.” My dad’s chest puffs up.
“I think he followed me to the hospital yesterday.” My skin crawls.
“He’s the guy Torch kicked out the other night, right?” Klayton asks.
“That’s what I thought too, but usually when Torch asks someone to leave, they understand not to come back. I found him looking inside the windows of your cars.”
Mammoth plops the guy on a barstool. I lean into Vance and he wraps his arm around me.
He comforts me, “He’s not coming near you, Princess.”
Klayton takes my hand. “We’ve got you…forever.”
“Anyone ever play two truths and a lie?” Mammoth asks, his hand still bunching up the back of the guy’s vest. The creeper has stopped struggling to get away. Wise move.
I almost laugh but several other bikers come in. Mammoth must have alerted them. The tension level in the room rises. They spread out around the room, some sitting, some standing…all eyes on the unwelcome guest.
A few nod and mumble acknowledgment of my dad’s title. Most of them greet me with my nickname.
Mammoth lightens his tone. “She’s not our princess anymore.”
Grumbling ensues amongst the bikers. My dad and Pam look confused. My brothers and I share a laugh.
Mammoth continues, “She’s getting married.”
Torch salutes me. “Congratulations. How does that royalty stuff work? When a princess gets married doesn’t she become queen?”
The guy next to Torch shakes his head and seems to be explaining that’s not how it works, but Mammoth focuses on Vance and asks, “You good with us calling her queen…hmm, make that queenie?”
Vance raises his eyebrows at me and I give him the go-ahead even though that nickname is worse than the first. Getting a nickname from these guys is an honor. The fact that he’s changing it at Vance’s request is even bigger.
Mammoth doesn’t waste time though. He still has the mystery guy in his grasp and pulls him upright. “Let’s skip two truths and a lie. I don’t actually like games, so let’s go with all truths. And if you lie, I’ll hand you over to my friends because I like liars even less than I like games.”
The guy rightly fears Mammoth and reveals that he was hired by my Dad’s rival to dig up dirt on our perfect family. He’s not actually in a motorcycle club but was given the mocked-up vest to look the part since they figured out I hang out at The Bottom Bar.
I have to give the guy credit. My dad didn’t even know.
And as much as I didn’t want the internet picture to be discussed, he admits to posting it.
Mammoth assigns a few club members to escort the guy out then calls Rev over for a private conversation.
I’m ready to go. “Well, looks like we’re done here. Maybe you’re right, Dad. It’s time to head home.”
Before we scoot out of the booth, Rev towers over our table. Dad’s leaning away from him. Rev must notice me suppress a smile because he sets his hand on my dad’s shoulder.
“So, your daughter’s getting married?”
“She…well…it’s all—”
I jump in. “Yes, I am getting married.”
“Want to do it right now? Or do you need time to ask all of your friends to save the date and dress up real fancy then stare at you while you repeat your vows three times?”
I turn to the guys. “Are you okay with now?”
Pam interrupts, “We need time to plan. You don’t even have a dress.”
