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“But I’m neither.”
“You’re a friend of my club. Close enough.”
“You really take thisclubthing seriously.”
He cocks his head, studying me. “It’s everything.”
“But I never see Griff wearing a vest like yours.” I point to one of his Lost Kings MC patches.
His piercing eyes never leave my face. “He’s affiliated… Helps us out when we ask.”
That explanation is as clear as mud.
“Well, I’ll pay him for the car, obviously.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He shoves his hand in his front pocket and pulls out his phone. “They’re here.”
I follow him outside, not sure what to make of how my evening is playing out.
At the curb, two cars are parked—a vintage black muscle car with a unique set of purple and red pinstripes, and an older tan Volvo station wagon. “I didn’t picture Griff driving a Volvo.”
Dex laughs and ducks his head. “The Chevelle is his. I think the Volvo belongs to the shop.”
“Ah, that makes sense.”
Dex uses a few hand signals to whoever’s driving the Volvo. The car glides up the gentle slope of my driveway and stops.
Griff swaggers over the lawn toward us. A tall, broad guy wearing a faded red plaid flannel shirt slams the door of the Volvo.
Dex smiles broadly at the stranger. “What’re you doing here, Vapor?”
“I made the mistake of stopping by—”
“To use my garage,” Griff adds.
Ignoring him, Vapor continues, “And somehow that turned into driving a station wagon.”
I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing.
“Emily.” Dex rests his hand between my shoulders and my stomach flutters. “This is my…” He glances at Vapor as if seeking information. “Nephew-in-law?”
Vapor shrugs. “Close enough.” He holds out his hand and I take it for a quick hello shake. “The car’s for you, I take it?”
“Apparently.” With Dex’s hand still resting on my back, I’m incapable of conversation. If I were a cat, I’d purr and rub myself against him.
“How’s my girl?” Dex asks Vapor.
“She’s out with Ella. But she wanted me to say hi and tell you to get your ass over to dinner at our place soon.”
Griff scratches the side of his head and turns toward Vapor. “How come Juliet never invitesmeover for dinner?”
“Because you’re at our place all the time,” Vapor answers slowly, as if he’s explaining it to a child.
“Oh, here, Emily.” There’s a jingling and Vapor holds out a set of keys with a yellow tag hanging from them.
“It’s nothing fancy but it runs,” Griff explains. “If you have any problems, call the shop. Number’s on the tag.”
“Thank you so much for this.” I take the keys, squeezing them tight in my hand. There’s no viable public transportation out here, and it would take me half the day to walk to work. The car really is a lifesaver.
