Dream Chaser (Dream Team #2) - Kristen Ashley Page 0,133
BOYFRIEND on it.
Evie had given him that. It was goofy as fuck. They gave Mag no end of shit about it.
It rolled right off his back in a way Boone wondered if that plaque wasn’t his most prized possession.
What they’d discussed on their way to see the asset earlier, he was figured he was right about that.
So he took them out of the heavy and into what they’d talked about on their way to see their asset.
Something a fuckuva lot lighter.
“This weekend?” he asked.
“This weekend,” Mag confirmed.
Out of curiosity, and to be prepared, Boone queried, “How much was the ring?”
“You don’t wanna know,” Mag mumbled.
Boone started chuckling. “You’ll get a new fifteen-dollar plaque, and Evie gets Tiffany.”
Mag looked him in the eye and said, “Worth it.”
Boone knew it was.
Fuck, but he knew it.
He lifted a hand, caught Mag’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
Then both men went back to work.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Really Cute
Ryn
We were unloading lighting at the house when I got the call.
Okay, Boone was unloading it.
I was admiring him while watching him do it.
All those muscles bunching.
Yum.
“You could help,” he said just as my phone started ringing.
“And miss the show?” I asked.
He chuckled, and the way he did I knew he liked that I liked the show.
It was Saturday, a week and a half after the bogus murder suicide.
And by the by, I wasn’t feeling real sad for Bogart and Mueller (though I felt sad for their families, especially with all the media hoopla, it was ugly).
But still.
That was no way to go.
What I was, was back to work at Smithie’s.
The press release had gone out and Smithie was in full dither about the big premiere of the revue that was happening next month.
Dorian, on the other hand, was calm as a cucumber (as per usual).
We didn’t have to hire a crew to keep work going on the house, firstly because I was on it even on days where I had to work the nights (I just turned up later than the rest of the guys), and secondly because there were always one or two Chaos guys who showed to help.
They adamantly refused payment.
They also adamantly refused to stop showing up when I demanded they do that because they’d refused payment.
And last, they continued adamantly refusing me buying their lunches, and instead, they maneuvered it so they always bought mine.
This brought on an exchange of words (with Hound, but also Dutch, not to mention Boz) that earned me another call from Tack where he said, “Listen, Ryn. We got no crises. Shit is copasetic. And we’re finding, no matter how fucked it is, that copasetic is boring as fuck. It means they got two choices. They either work on cars, or work in the shop. The men hate workin’ in the shop, and our garage isn’t big enough to have all of them working on cars. Worse, if they were all there, they’d be up in each other’s shit about how they worked on cars. So honest to fuck, you’re doin’ us a favor. We’re bikers. We need a change of scenery every once in a while. Give ’em a change of scenery.”
He was so full of shit.
They’d totally adopted me, not to mention took on a project they wanted to see through, and Tack was laying a trip on me so I’d let them do what they wanted to do.
I did not get into this with Tack.
I said, “They wanna keep helping, I buy lunch.”
I thought he’d balk or hand me another line of bullshit.
Nope.
He’d said, “Deal.”
And then he hung up.
Truth be told, it kinda messed with my head to have free labor (ish, feeding the boys every day wasn’t cheap, it still didn’t cost as much as skilled labor).
But who was I to deny a biker a change of scenery?
This meant the walls were painted. The floors were down in the rooms that needed no further work. Hound had taught me how to tile, and after the kitchen cabinets were up, I’d done the backsplash (and it looked awesome).
The electrician was coming in that next week to do her thing. The plumber was coming back the week after to do the bathrooms and finish work in the kitchen.
It wasn’t like I had a ten-guy crew. We had some significant work to do and it was a lot more time-consuming than I thought it would be (of which, I took note for budgetary and scheduling purposes for the next one).