the news for when they get back?”
“It’s possible, but knowing Jessica, she’d also want a big wedding. On the other hand,” he scratched his chin, “I doubt that Jordan would agree to that.”
I’d heard rumor that Jordan Steele, Raptor’s brother, was the infamous “Judge”. When I’d asked Tank about it, however, he’d only laughed and brushed it off.
“Why is that?” I asked, curious. I, myself, never planned on getting married, but if I had to, I’d opt for a small church wedding in town and a big party afterward at Sal’s, my uncle’s bar.
“He’s a quiet guy. Isn’t very sociable either,” said Tank. He looked at Raina. “Hell, I was surprised that he even showed up for dinner that night, before they went on their trip.”
“He did look a little uncomfortable,” mused Raina.
“What about you two?” I asked. “You set a date yet?”
“Not yet,” said Raina, giving me the look. The one that said to drop the subject. I knew that Tank was pushing for a wedding harder than she was. But, she’d been married before and wasn’t in any kind of rush to walk down the aisle again.
I shoved Hoss’s small phone back into the front of my jeans. “You having a big church wedding?”
“Yes,” said Tank.
“No,” said Raina, at the same time.
They looked at each other.
He put his arm over her shoulders. “Baby, you know that I’ll do whatever you want, but… I gotta tell you… the guys expect a big hoopla of a wedding. So does Frannie.”
Raina’s first wedding had turned out to be much more expensive than originally planned. She always said that if she had to do it over again, she’d elope.
“We’ll talk about it later,” said Raina.
“Sure.” Tank looked back at me. “By the way, Ice, we have church at two. I want you there today.”
In the past, I hadn’t been invited to many of the weekly meetings, so this was surprising. In general, Prospects were not privy to a lot of the private matters. I had a feeling that me being a former Devil’s Ranger, made them even more tight-lipped. I understood why, but it was a little disconcerting.
“Sounds good. I’ll be there,” I said, curious as to why I’d been invited.
With his arm still around Raina, he pulled her away from the bike and the couple headed toward the clubhouse. “Hoss’s inside… probably on Facebook,” he said, over his shoulder.
I snorted.
Hoss had recently set up an account and was already addicted. He was “Friending” everyone and getting messages from women in all parts of the world, some of them “enthralled with his handsome photo”. Hoss wasn’t a bad looking guy, and I imagined that if he bathed more and lost a few inches around his beer gut, in turn… he might attract women here in town. But, he seemed to be intrigued with the ones online.
We’d all tried to warn him about scam artists, but Hoss insisted that the women messaging him were the real deal. That they liked bikers, even ones old enough to be their grandfather.
I followed Tank and Raina into the clubhouse and sought out Hoss. He was sitting at the bar aloe and on his laptop.
“Here’s your cell phone,” I said, noticing that he was on Facebook again.
“Thanks. How’s Homer?” He held out his hand and I gave it to him.
“Fine. Thanks for the warning,” I said dryly.
He laughed hoarsely. “You wouldn’t have went over there if I’d have told you the truth.”
“Sure I would have. But I’d have been more prepared to face ‘Cerberus’,’” I said, staring at his screen.
He gave me a confused look. “Cerberus?”
“It’s from Greek mythology. Cerberus was the hound of Hades. Who the fuck is Lana?”
“This chick from Florida. She has the hots for me,” he said, smiling proudly. “Hell, she thinks she loves me. Can’t say I blame her.”
I sighed. “Love? Really? You’ve gotta be shitting me….”
His face darkened. “What?”
“Think about it. Lana claims to be in love with you.
“It’s possible, but knowing Jessica, she’d also want a big wedding. On the other hand,” he scratched his chin, “I doubt that Jordan would agree to that.”
I’d heard rumor that Jordan Steele, Raptor’s brother, was the infamous “Judge”. When I’d asked Tank about it, however, he’d only laughed and brushed it off.
“Why is that?” I asked, curious. I, myself, never planned on getting married, but if I had to, I’d opt for a small church wedding in town and a big party afterward at Sal’s, my uncle’s bar.
“He’s a quiet guy. Isn’t very sociable either,” said Tank. He looked at Raina. “Hell, I was surprised that he even showed up for dinner that night, before they went on their trip.”
“He did look a little uncomfortable,” mused Raina.
“What about you two?” I asked. “You set a date yet?”
“Not yet,” said Raina, giving me the look. The one that said to drop the subject. I knew that Tank was pushing for a wedding harder than she was. But, she’d been married before and wasn’t in any kind of rush to walk down the aisle again.
I shoved Hoss’s small phone back into the front of my jeans. “You having a big church wedding?”
“Yes,” said Tank.
“No,” said Raina, at the same time.
They looked at each other.
He put his arm over her shoulders. “Baby, you know that I’ll do whatever you want, but… I gotta tell you… the guys expect a big hoopla of a wedding. So does Frannie.”
Raina’s first wedding had turned out to be much more expensive than originally planned. She always said that if she had to do it over again, she’d elope.
“We’ll talk about it later,” said Raina.
“Sure.” Tank looked back at me. “By the way, Ice, we have church at two. I want you there today.”
In the past, I hadn’t been invited to many of the weekly meetings, so this was surprising. In general, Prospects were not privy to a lot of the private matters. I had a feeling that me being a former Devil’s Ranger, made them even more tight-lipped. I understood why, but it was a little disconcerting.
“Sounds good. I’ll be there,” I said, curious as to why I’d been invited.
With his arm still around Raina, he pulled her away from the bike and the couple headed toward the clubhouse. “Hoss’s inside… probably on Facebook,” he said, over his shoulder.
I snorted.
Hoss had recently set up an account and was already addicted. He was “Friending” everyone and getting messages from women in all parts of the world, some of them “enthralled with his handsome photo”. Hoss wasn’t a bad looking guy, and I imagined that if he bathed more and lost a few inches around his beer gut, in turn… he might attract women here in town. But, he seemed to be intrigued with the ones online.
We’d all tried to warn him about scam artists, but Hoss insisted that the women messaging him were the real deal. That they liked bikers, even ones old enough to be their grandfather.
I followed Tank and Raina into the clubhouse and sought out Hoss. He was sitting at the bar aloe and on his laptop.
“Here’s your cell phone,” I said, noticing that he was on Facebook again.
“Thanks. How’s Homer?” He held out his hand and I gave it to him.
“Fine. Thanks for the warning,” I said dryly.
He laughed hoarsely. “You wouldn’t have went over there if I’d have told you the truth.”
“Sure I would have. But I’d have been more prepared to face ‘Cerberus’,’” I said, staring at his screen.
He gave me a confused look. “Cerberus?”
“It’s from Greek mythology. Cerberus was the hound of Hades. Who the fuck is Lana?”
“This chick from Florida. She has the hots for me,” he said, smiling proudly. “Hell, she thinks she loves me. Can’t say I blame her.”
I sighed. “Love? Really? You’ve gotta be shitting me….”
His face darkened. “What?”
“Think about it. Lana claims to be in love with you.
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