all."
The chair Trey was sitting in creaked as he shifted his weight. I got the impression he wasn't happy that my folks knew of his club affiliation.
"Yes, sir. She is. Actually, we all call her Lock."
"Isn't that the Stemson's girl?" my dad said, wiping his mouth and sitting back in his chair.
"Yeah. Both she and her brother are involved in the club," Trey answered slowly. I think he was still unsure of the reaction he was going to get at news that HMC was involved in our family's life.
"Damn, that's good to know. Those two caused more problems for Stem when they were growing up than he could handle." Dad shook his head at whatever memory was going through his head.
"Mill, let him tell us about Drake. You men can catch up another time, okay?" My mom's suggestion held merit because I knew my dad was hungry for news of the town and his old running buddies. Once started, that kind of conversation would be hard to stop.
"Let me guess. Lock didn't take his shit and let Drake know in a way that it'll take days to heal." My dad started chuckling as soon as the words were out. Hearing my mother's quick gasp, he reached for her hand and patted it. "Ah, Mary. It's the best thing for the little fucker. To get beat down by a goddamn girl? And one that looks like Lock? Shit, it's the best thing for him."
"Miller!" my mom said, her eyes shooting towards Trey which I knew was due to my dad's language.
"Mrs. Sheridan, anything your husband says that I can't spell is what I'll get offended by, okay?"
"Do go on, Mr. Jackson," my mother said while dropping her eyes as one hand fiddled with her collar. By my eye, her coloring was just a little to fervent and I stepped away from the table to grab her one of her nitro pills to slip under her tongue.
"So, after a couple of rounds of that, he's decided to eat. We just received the approval from the court for online education that he'll start tomorrow. I know it's Saturday but we need to get him up to speed as soon as possible and his transcripts show he's failing all of his classes this year." Trey kept his eyes moving between the three of us as he worked through what my brother was currently experiencing and what was expected of him.
"You guys still doing KP down at the compound?" my dad prompted.
"Yes, sir, and tomorrow is his first day at laundry. He'll also start twenty-four hour maid service for the other five rooms as well as his own while working the sink at the clubhouse," Trey went on to explain.
"Little shit is gonna be too tired to get pissed off." Dad stoked his chin as he thought.
"And too bone weary to be a tough-guy," Trey finished. "But, if he still tries that crap we've got a lot of bikes that need polishing." He turned his beautiful red-brown eyes to me. "A lot ."
Trey must've caught my mother's sniff about the same time I did because he half-turned in his chair and draped an arm around my mother's shoulders. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Sheridan. I didn't tell you this to upset you. Your boy is getting the absolute best care but we've gotta break him down before we teach him how a man is supposed to behave."
"Damn straight," my dad said with a head nod. "And we're grateful for it too, Mr. Jackson. Just wish it could've been us he learned it from, though."
I didn't know how I felt about what Drake would be going through. I wasn't as soft as my mom but wasn't quite as convinced as my dad seemed to be that a biker compound was the best place for him. It was the whole biker side of the equation I was having the most trouble getting over.
I looked at the gorgeous man seated next to me to find his eyes were already on me. And it seemed that his next words were for me and me alone.
"We all have to find our own way. Some of us discover it easily, some of us take the hard road. But no one does it without help."
I saw Trey's amazing eyes soften, just like they'd done in both the hallway and my dreams as they dropped to my mouth.
"And I'm here to help."
Chapter Six
Trey watched
The chair Trey was sitting in creaked as he shifted his weight. I got the impression he wasn't happy that my folks knew of his club affiliation.
"Yes, sir. She is. Actually, we all call her Lock."
"Isn't that the Stemson's girl?" my dad said, wiping his mouth and sitting back in his chair.
"Yeah. Both she and her brother are involved in the club," Trey answered slowly. I think he was still unsure of the reaction he was going to get at news that HMC was involved in our family's life.
"Damn, that's good to know. Those two caused more problems for Stem when they were growing up than he could handle." Dad shook his head at whatever memory was going through his head.
"Mill, let him tell us about Drake. You men can catch up another time, okay?" My mom's suggestion held merit because I knew my dad was hungry for news of the town and his old running buddies. Once started, that kind of conversation would be hard to stop.
"Let me guess. Lock didn't take his shit and let Drake know in a way that it'll take days to heal." My dad started chuckling as soon as the words were out. Hearing my mother's quick gasp, he reached for her hand and patted it. "Ah, Mary. It's the best thing for the little fucker. To get beat down by a goddamn girl? And one that looks like Lock? Shit, it's the best thing for him."
"Miller!" my mom said, her eyes shooting towards Trey which I knew was due to my dad's language.
"Mrs. Sheridan, anything your husband says that I can't spell is what I'll get offended by, okay?"
"Do go on, Mr. Jackson," my mother said while dropping her eyes as one hand fiddled with her collar. By my eye, her coloring was just a little to fervent and I stepped away from the table to grab her one of her nitro pills to slip under her tongue.
"So, after a couple of rounds of that, he's decided to eat. We just received the approval from the court for online education that he'll start tomorrow. I know it's Saturday but we need to get him up to speed as soon as possible and his transcripts show he's failing all of his classes this year." Trey kept his eyes moving between the three of us as he worked through what my brother was currently experiencing and what was expected of him.
"You guys still doing KP down at the compound?" my dad prompted.
"Yes, sir, and tomorrow is his first day at laundry. He'll also start twenty-four hour maid service for the other five rooms as well as his own while working the sink at the clubhouse," Trey went on to explain.
"Little shit is gonna be too tired to get pissed off." Dad stoked his chin as he thought.
"And too bone weary to be a tough-guy," Trey finished. "But, if he still tries that crap we've got a lot of bikes that need polishing." He turned his beautiful red-brown eyes to me. "A lot ."
Trey must've caught my mother's sniff about the same time I did because he half-turned in his chair and draped an arm around my mother's shoulders. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Sheridan. I didn't tell you this to upset you. Your boy is getting the absolute best care but we've gotta break him down before we teach him how a man is supposed to behave."
"Damn straight," my dad said with a head nod. "And we're grateful for it too, Mr. Jackson. Just wish it could've been us he learned it from, though."
I didn't know how I felt about what Drake would be going through. I wasn't as soft as my mom but wasn't quite as convinced as my dad seemed to be that a biker compound was the best place for him. It was the whole biker side of the equation I was having the most trouble getting over.
I looked at the gorgeous man seated next to me to find his eyes were already on me. And it seemed that his next words were for me and me alone.
"We all have to find our own way. Some of us discover it easily, some of us take the hard road. But no one does it without help."
I saw Trey's amazing eyes soften, just like they'd done in both the hallway and my dreams as they dropped to my mouth.
"And I'm here to help."
Chapter Six
Trey watched
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