Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
“I did. They can both not fit in together,” Dev drawled, winking at Cash.
It wasn’t even meant as a teasing joke. Cash wasn’t going to fit in, but he grinned and started for the door. More than determined to make sure the end of the case transitioned Dev out seamlessly. He was in love and loved back.
=♥=
Man, Dev was fucking tired of all these sad sacks surrounding him. If he had to have another drunken, heartfelt conversation about how great his old man was, what his loss actually meant to the community, how big his father’s boots were to fill, he was going to punch that motherfucker in the goddamn mouth. The man he knew was none of those things.
Augh. Dev stood at the entrance of the back yard, looking out over all the different factions of motorcycle clubs. None really mingled with each other. Even though truces were called, he could feel the tension resonating like vibrations from a volcano right before an eruption. He also recognized that these men who came to mourn the loss of his father also planned to challenge the Disciples throne.
A bloodbath was coming. Honestly, he didn’t give a single fuck as his girls and Cash would be out of the picture.
His cell phone vibrated in his back jeans pocket as he entered the clubhouse. Dev yawned at the tiresome fight his daughters were having, or Mae was having, which was getting on Abi’s last nerve. This was about the tenth text message he’d gotten in the last five minutes. Abi typed Mae’s complaints for her. The whole argument was ridiculous, and he’d told them that in the last message. He’d also told them both to stop texting and go to bed. Apparently that hadn’t happened.
He let the text message go unanswered as he wound his way back inside, his gaze instantly shifting to Cash, Alec, and Keyes. The three sat at the far side of the bar, away from the other partygoers. They chatted as if this was the most normal place in the world for a pair of gay couples to choose to hangout. He had to give it to his brothers, and the rest of the bikers who were here drinking and smoking on his dime. He hadn’t heard anything derogatory like he’d expected.
Maybe the tides were turning. The world was more accepting, maybe that had finally trickled down to the bikers.
Probably not.
Most likely, everybody was afraid of Keyes. His bulk and mean glare scared the shit out of everyone. Maybe no one really noticed. This was a self-absorbed bunch of people.
Who fucking knew.
What he knew with certainty was that Cash was the sexiest man in the place. He appeared so normal and natural and untouched by the evils of the world.
His steps faltered as he rounded the other side of the bar, heading toward his love as peace settled over his heart. A Cash-infused peace.
The place was packed. Con-man and two prospects were behind the bar, working harder than any day laborer he’d ever hired. Dev hadn’t had a drink since he got there. Life was better sober. He never wanted anything to mess with his new reality.
Where Dev was all about Cash, his agent hadn’t paid him a lick of attention since he took his seat next to Alec. They were two peas in a pod. Happy to sit, casually drink, and visit. Keyes was like a sentry, staying close, guarding their guys, being as protective as hell.
Dev put a palm on Cash’s shoulder, drawing his handsome face toward him. His hand coasted from one side of Cash’s broad shoulders to the other. Even these small touches were carefully logged into his memory. He wanted to remember it all, forever.
The smile he received was genuine. He wasn’t carrying his normal hum of low-level stress.
“What’re y’all drinking?” Dev asked, nodding toward Cash’s close to empty glass. “Do you need another round?”
“I got ’em taken care of,” Keyes said proudly, lifting his beer bottle to his lips, taking a good swallow. “It’s my only one. I can get us home and come get my bike tomorrow.”
He’d never been more at one with his best friend. Having someone you love enough to get home mattered. It was a head trip.
“You havin’ an okay time?” Dev asked, addressing the question to both Alec and Cash. Alec stayed quiet, which seemed to be his standard MO whenever Dev was around. He picked up a nervous, anxious vibe from the lawyer. Made sense. When he looked back at Cash, his guy grinned and lifted a bottle of water that Dev had missed. Of course the good boy drank water between his cocktails. “Come dance with me.”
The request wasn’t designed to test the boundaries of his brother’s LGBT limits. He just didn’t give a single shit. He wanted alone time with his mister.