Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation #2) - Winter Travers Page 0,4
feet, and I couldn’t rip my eyes away from her.
Sure, she was fucking beautiful, but there was something more that called to me. Something that made me want to wrap her in my arms and never let her go. I had never felt something like that before and had tried to write it off as me just being really attracted to her.
Except, the feeling hasn’t gone away.
Two years and counting.
Still wanted to wrap her in my arms and never let go.
“Bro, you gotta break contact for a bit.” Zag smacked my shoulder. “You’re even creeping me out.”
I sighed, turned my back to Indiana, and grabbed the beer Zig had set in front of me. “I’m just making sure she’s okay.”
Zig grabbed a tall glass and filled it with two fingers of Southern Comfort. “Well, I may not be seeing what you’re seeing, but I think she’s okay.”
“Well, shit,” Zag grumbled. “King is headed this way.”
Zig dropped some ice into the glass and grabbed some bitters. “Probably because he told me to bring him a drink ten minutes ago.”
“Fucking hell,” I mumbled under my breath. Only Zig would make the prez of the Knights wait for his fucking drink.
King moved next to me and leaned against the bar. “That mine?”
Zig finished the drink with some old-fashioned mix and a squirt of 7-up. Only Zig would make an old fashioned so ass-backward. He dropped two cherries into it and slid the glass toward King. “Made special just for you.”
King eyed the glass warily. “Why does it feel like I need a taste tester before I try this?” he muttered.
“Not it!” Zag hollered.
“I would question if you’re really from Wisconsin, Zig, but I was there when your mama had you, so I just gotta assume no one ever showed you the proper way to make an old fashioned.” King grabbed the glass and swirled the liquid around slowly. “I suppose it’s almost the right color,” he hummed. He took a sip and tipped his head to the side.
“Bad?” Zig asked cautiously.
King took another sip and set the glass down. “That has to be one of the best old fashioneds I’ve ever had in my life.”
Zig slapped his thigh and gave a shout. “Hell yeah!”
“I wouldn’t be too happy about that, though,” King laughed. “Now, you’re the one who’s always going to be behind the bar.”
“And as soon as Meg and Cyn catch wind that you make a killer old fashioned, you might as well just pitch a cot back there.” King pointed at the glass. “How the fuck did you do that?”
Zig shrugged. “I don’t know. Just poured the shit in and called it good.”
“Well, make sure you know how to do it again,” King grunted. “Meg and the rest of the girls are making the trek back up here, and I know they’ll be wanting one or ten of these once they roll in.”
“Really? I thought you guys were staying down there a lot longer,” I asked.
“That was the plan, but now with all the bullshit going on around here, I need to be here, and having Meg five states away causing trouble isn’t something I can handle.” King took a long drink. “God knows that woman causes trouble, no matter where she is.”
That was the damn truth. Though, that pretty much went for all of the ol’ ladies. Well, minus Reva, seeing as she was still new to the club, but I figured with who Hero’s mom was, it wouldn’t be long until she was getting into trouble, too. “And I bet Cyn is chomping at the bit to meet Reva.”
“Bingo,” King laughed. “That was a very big deciding factor into cutting the trip short.”
“I’m sure Gravel was okay with everyone leaving early. Swear that man is grumpier than a bear.” Zag shook his head. “Right before they moved, he had me clean out the attic of Ethel’s.”
“And?” King drawled.
“He made me clean everything up. Set it all up nice in the fucking yard,” Zag continued.
“Mom and Gravel didn’t have a garage sale,” King interrupted.
“I know!” Zag yelled. “As soon as I had all of the shit set out in the fucking yard, a goddamn dumpster was dropped off in the driveway.” Zag took a deep breath. “Everything I had cleaned up was tossed in the damn dumpster without a second glance at it.”
King scoffed and shook his head. “Now the dumpster, I do remember. Meg snagged a couple things from the dumpster because they looked like they were brand new.”