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She shrugs and pops an orange slice in her mouth. “It’s Serena’s baby, though. I’m excited forher,” she says around a mouthful of orange pulp.
“Me too.” I blow out a relieved breath.
“How was work?” she asks.
“Blech.” I pull an annoyed face. “I had to report test results the client didn’t like, so they complained until I ran the test again.”
“And I’m guessing it came back with the same result.”
“You got it.” I bite into my pizza with a hard crunch.
“Hurry up.” She waves her hand in my face in case I don’t know whathurrymeans. “Season two of Chucky just dropped. We have to watch it.”
“I heard it’s not as good as season one,” I say, dabbing the napkin over my lips.
“Awww,” she grins, “don’t tell me you’re scared of little ol’ Chucky?”
“Nah, he reminds me of you whenyouwere little,” I tease.
Her mouth drops in outrage, but she’s laughing too hard to protest. “Come on. Stop stalling.”
I finish my dinner. Then, the two of us make popcorn with lots of salty butter.
In the living room we nestle into our respective corners of our couch, letting our feet touch in the middle. Libby grabs an afghan our aunt Kimmy made for us and throws it at me. “Here, in case you get scared and need to hide,” she teases.
I toss it back, laughing when it falls perfectly over her head. “Nah, you need it more than I do.”
She bats it away. “Nope. The Walker sisters don’t scare easily.”
“That’s right.”
A knife-wielding doll doesn’t scare us one bit.
We’ve survived enough real-life horrors.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Dex
Although Vapor saidJuliet wanted me to come over for dinner, my niece doesn’t look pleased to see me when she first opens the front door to their modest brick ranch.
“Uncle Dex, it’s been a while,” she says, opening the door wider to allow me inside.
Vapor must’ve told her I was taking him on an assignment tonight. She’s never been part of my MC life and the few brushes she’s had with the MC didn’t exactly endear the world to her.
The couple of times her husband’s been inside, I made damn sure my club took care of him—lawyers, bail, whatever was needed. Even if he isn’t a patched brother, we take care of our own and anyone who gets in trouble conducting business on our behalf. Juliet prefers to have her husband stay out of trouble—period. The two of them are hyper-protective of one another. I’d rather keep them closer to the club, so I know they’re safe. But I also know when not to push. Juliet’s stubborn.
I lean down and kiss her cheek. “How’ve you been, peanut?”
A bit of the frost in her expression melts. “Good. Busy.” Her lips flicker into a teasing smile. “Roman says there’s a special lady in your life.”
“Special lady?” I raise an eyebrow. “What are you two, sixty-year-olds?”
“Stop it. You know what I mean. When can I meet her?”
I can easily picture Juliet and Emily getting along. “Give it a minute, Juliet.”
“Hmm.” She nods. “Secretive. Must be something real.”
