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“I’m saying it again today,” she shrugged.
I turned and put her ass into the seat of my truck, then walked around to the back and started going through Ares’ shit that she’d left in the floorboard.
“Bingo,” I said, holding up the flip-flops.
Saylor grinned. “Sweet.”
She slipped them onto her feet and I stowed my shit in the back seat before slamming the door closed.
Offering Saylor my hand to help her down, she took it just as a loud motorcycle pulled into the spot beside my truck.
I looked up to see two people that had to be Saylor’s father and mother on the bike. Saylor’s father staring daggers at me, and Saylor’s mother smiling like she’d caught her daughter doing something amazing.
“Daddy! Mom!” Saylor smiled and waved. “Did y’all bring me anything?”
Saylor’s mother rolled her eyes as she dismounted, being sure to hold on to her husband’s shoulders as she steadied herself.
“Of course,” she said. “Your father wouldn’t just go someplace and not buy his daughter something.”
The grin that kicked up the corner of my mouth was filled with amusement.
“Daddy,” Saylor said. “Mom, this is Lachlan Downy. Lock, these are my parents, Adeline and Kettle.”
I held out my hand to first Adeline, then Kettle.
“Nice to meet you both,” I said politely, offering my hand to Kettle.
Kettle took it while giving me a look that I couldn’t quite decipher.
“The man that kissed her and nearly got her punched in the face,” Kettle said.
A statement, not a question.
“Yes, sir,” I admitted. “That would be me.”
“He did not nearly get her punched in the face.” Adeline slapped her husband across the belly. “Plus, that kiss was the best kiss I’ve ever seen.”
Kettle looked positively green.
Saylor started to laugh.
“How about we talk about what y’all got me?” Saylor suggested. “Because I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since last night because I couldn’t stop thinking about not fitting into this bridesmaid’s dress.”
Another couple came up then, parking their bike right next to where Kettle had parked his.
They swung off and removed helmets, their eyes coming toward me and Saylor. Saylor who was so close to me we might as well be touching.
I could feel the heat of her skin, and I could literally twitch my hand and we’d be skin to skin.
“Trance,” I offered him my hand. “How’s it going?”
Trance took my hand and grinned. “Good. What’s going on here?”
I’d met Trance through Justice earlier in the day. Trance was a part of the same motorcycle club that Kettle and Justice’s father, Loki, were. A few weeks back I’d purchased a motorcycle that belonged to Loki, and apparently that made me a-okay in their club.
Though, way before that, we’d met a couple of times at a club party the Dixie Wardens had hosted—so I’d been told. I didn’t remember actually meeting them. I’d been a different little kid when I was growing up—preferring to go my own way and do my own thing. And remembering names and faces weren’t one of the things I really gave a shit about when I was a kid.
Kettle grumbled something that had me once again looking his way.
