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No one raises their hand, so Rock dismisses us.
I press my hands against the table and push my chair back.
“Dex?”
I glance at Rock. Concern seems to be brewing in his eyes. But he’s almost cautious as he asks me to stay. “Got a minute?”
Not really.But I can’t exactly say no to my president without a solid reason.
“Sure.” I stand and push in my chair, moving past Wrath. Rock takes a few steps away from the table, toward the window. Usually, he stays at the table for these after-church talks with us. “What’s up, Prez?”
“How’s everything going?”
“Uh, fine.” I sweep my hand toward the table. “Like I said—”
“Withyou? How are things?”
“Good,” I answer immediately. For the first time in years, it doesn’t feel like a lie. “I’m supposed to go pick up Emily.”So could we hurry this up?
He lifts an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
For some reason, his interest sends unease coursing through me. “Yeah. Thinking of taking her out to Eraser’s place one night.” Might as well assure him that I’m not letting my club responsibilities slide.
“She into race cars?”
“Don’t know yet. But I need to check up on those guys if we want them to be our support club.”
“Think we’ll make them official soon?”
Soon would be nice.I’ve never been able to get a read on how Rock really feels about the support club. Whether he’s doing it to keep Priest, our national president, off our backs, or he thinks it’s the next logical step in securing our upstate New York territory now that the Vipers MC and Wolf Knights MC are no longer in the area.
“I think they’re ready,” I say with conviction.
“Have they come up with a name, colors?”
I snort. “I think I know what name they’re going with.” It was truly perfect for many reasons.
A smirk twists his mouth. “Surprise me.”
“Will do.”
“Go on.” He cocks his head toward the door. “If anyone’s earned a day off, it’s you.”
“Thanks.” I don’t know why that makes me feel guilty, but I shake it off.
Time to see Emily.
I can’t remember the last time I looked forward to seeing someone this much.
CHAPTERTWELVE
Emily
“Does this look okay?”I ask Libby, hating the awful example I’m setting for her. I want to project strength and confidence to my little sister. Not a woman who worries about her appearance. Why am I so damn nervous about my date?
“You look great.” Libby squints at my leggings. “I’m just surprised you’re not wearing a dress on a date.”
I glance down at my tight, black hiking leggings. “We’re going to be walking around a bunch of rocks.” I reach into my closet and grab a teal half-zip sweatshirt and slip it over my tank top. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?”
