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Her eyes dropped to her lap.
“Well, stay with us for as long as you want—in the new house I mean.”
Tipping her chin up, she smiled. “Okay, as long as Wes doesn’t mind.”
I waved her off. “He would never.”
At least I hoped not. Didn’t matter. My best friend was living in Rose Ridge with me; there was absolutely no downside to this situation.
TWENTY-SEVEN
WES
Two Weeks Later
The thingno one tells you about open concept homes is how badly it echoes when there’s too many people inside.
Shoving my hands into my pockets, I stared out the living room windows, enjoying the view of the town when I heard Laura crack another joke, which resulted in Callie laughing so hard she snorted. Usually, I’d love the sound, but after living with both women for two weeks, it was starting to get old.
I wanted to be the one that made my fiancée laugh, and our sex life had practically disappeared the second her best friend showed up. I didn’t mind Laura, but I was ready for her to move out. So much so that I was about to do something that was going to piss offmybest friend.
Speaking of Killian, I watched his bike as it cleared the hill and he parked alongside my truck. I’d put my bike away for the winter because I had a passenger every time I went anywhere now. I knew the threat of Dirk and the Death Raiders was over, but I had a hard time accepting there’d be no backlash, and the other clubs had been concerningly quiet about the loss.
Using the excuse to leave the house, I exited and met my friend halfway up the porch steps.
“I need to talk to you about something.”
Killian flicked his gaze to the house once before following me down the stairs and into the garage. I’d had it custom built for special projects; it could fit six cars if I needed it to. Currently it held my bike, a work in progress, and my tools. The waxed floors gleamed as I sauntered to the fridge and pulled out two beers. Turning to hand one to Killian, I paused as he fussed with the sleeve of his shirt. He wore a navy button-down shirt under his leather cut, and his dark denim pants looked new. Even his boots looked fresh.
“You dress up or somethin’?”
Killian gave me that deadpan expression before taking a drag of his beer.
“That what you brought me in here to talk about?”
Touché, asshole.
“I wanted to ask how church was going?”
He’d been leading them for the past two weeks after I’d told the club that I was having Killian take on more of a role as I moved. It was a great way to start getting them used to him giving orders and handing out jobs.
Killian shifted on his feet, tucking his free hand into his pocket.
“Fine…there’s some meetings coming up. Giles' cousin agreed to a meeting. Even if we’re not going to war right now, it’d be good to establish a connection with him. You’d need to be there for that.”
I nodded, because I had anticipated as much.
Killian took a long pull of his drink before jumping to the next topic. “There’s been talk about Simon…”
Having not told Killian what Sunday dinners entailed, he had no idea his previous president would be in attendance within the hour.
“We’ll ask him how he wants that handled. He’ll be here soon.”
Kilian’s verdant gaze clashed with mine in surprise.
“You fuckin’ jokin’?”
Shaking my head, I took another swig of my drink. “Sunday dinners. Family only.”
