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“But I need someone that’ll write up the offers and do all that shit and then get the word out and negotiate and shit when I’m sellin’.” He looked back and forth between us, grinning. “I don’t know what all goes into it, but I’d rather be payin’ you commissions than some dumb fuck I barely know.”
“Uh.” Emilia looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
“We’ll talk it over,” I told my dad, who was still grinning like a lunatic.
“Best thing is,” he said, still trying to sell it. “It’s not full-time, yeah? Work around Rhett’s schedule and shit.”
“It sounds really great,” Emilia replied tentatively. “I’m just not sure how much school that takes—”
“We’ll figure it out,” he said happily, reaching out to squeeze her shoulders. “Business partners.”
As he walked away, my mom laughed. “He’s had the idea for weeks, but he was worried you’d say no.” She shook her head. “It took a couple shots and a pep talk for him to say anything today.”
“It’s actually kind of a good idea,” Emilia said, glancing at me.
“I figured you could branch out,” my mom said with a shrug. “Once you’ve got your feet under you, maybe take on more clients or whatever. You’d have a built-in client base with all the people connected to the club.”
“We’ll talk about it,” I replied firmly. I wasn’t about to have Emilia railroaded into a new job that she hated. I steered her away from the tables, glancing back to make sure Rhett was still happy with Gram before I brought her around the edge of the building for a little privacy.
“Don’t say yes just because my dad asked,” I ordered, backing her up against the wall.
“I won’t.”
“You can choose whatever you want to do. There’s no rush.”
“I know.”
“And he’s a giant pain in the ass to work with—just warning you now. I see him every day at the garage, and half the time, I want to beat him to death with a wrench.”
“You hide it so well,” she teased.
“I’m just sayin’—”
“I know what you’re saying,” she said, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “And I love you for it.” She paused. “It actually sounds really cool.”
“Really?” I asked doubtfully.
“Yeah. It’s worth looking into.”
“Alright.”
“Did you bring me back here to lecture me or kiss me? Because there’s been a whole lot of lecturing and not enough—”
Her words cut off as I pressed my lips to hers. We hadn’t been back to our spot at the back of the property again, but kissing her in the shade of the clubhouse felt like a pretty nice substitution. She’d just tightened her arms, and I was about to lift her so she could wrap her legs around me when someone came around the corner and smacked right into us.
“Oh shit,” Nova said, falling back a step. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I said, turning to face her. My mouth went dry when I caught a look at her face, and my arms around Emilia dropped. “What the fuck happened to your face?”
“Not a big deal,” Nova said with a huff, reaching up to run her finger under her eye. “Had a few too many and tripped face first into the porch railing.”
“That looks like it hurts,” Emilia said sympathetically, circling me until she was between Nova and me.
“It looks like someone clocked you,” I argued, leaning forward to get a better look.
“Nope.”
“Nova.”
