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“Besides this stuff, are you okay?” I ask hesitantly. Oakley is still staying with us, but she is fully focusing on healing herself and getting better so we don’t see much of her between her rehab stuff and therapies. Nerds has been isolating, even from Oakley, since Rage died. I know the others are worried about him, but no one really brings it up, because Nerds seems to be close toexploding soon. Definitely not the calm brother who has helped me over the years.

I just wish I could help him.

“I’m fine. Let’s do this,” he snaps.

Sighing, I focus on my end, gathering all the information we need to input for the new owners of the accounts. Their names, addresses, date of birth, social security. Nerds is getting into the accounts and removing our people so we can add new account owners.

“I have everything ready,” he says. Nodding, I grab my laptop and move my chair over to his desk so I can give him all the information to input.

By the time we get all four accounts ready, Sugar knocks on the door before popping his head in, his phone in his hand. “He is goin’ fly out here. I guess he was in New York for work. We will see him in a few days.”

“Everything will be ready,” I tell him.

“Alright. Church later. You need to be there, Grayson,” Sugar says before leaving the room again so we can finish.

“It’s ready,” Nerds says, and we check everything over one last time.

“This will be so satisfying.” I grin and get a tiny smile back from Nerds.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Harley

“What are they doing?” I ask Cade as I come up next to where he is sitting in one of the lawn chairs by the unlit fire pit. He looks relaxed for once as he leans back with his legs spread wide, clad in sweat pants and a black t-shirt that’s tight against his chest.

“Ryker was racing cars with Jayce and made a comment about how fast he can run, and now Jayce is making him race him over and over again.” Cade chuckles.

“How long have they been going?” I grin, watching Ryker try to catch his breath as he runs laps around the yard with a very hyper Jayce.

“About an hour. It wouldn't be so bad if Ryker and I hadn’t just come back from our run.” He sits forward and wraps an arm around my waist, yanking me down into his lap.

I swing my legs over the side of the chair so I can look at Cade and see Ryker with Jayce. “How many miles?”

Cade hums quietly as he takes a drink of his water. “About six. Is there a reason you worked out again today?” He uses his free hand to tug on my wet braid.

“How do you know I worked out again?” I raise a brow at him. “Maybe I just showered.”

Cade chuckles darkly. “You can’t hide things from me, baby girl. I know you were working out again and you showered to pretend you weren’t. How bad are you hurting right now?”

“I’m not hurting.” The lie flies out of my mouth before I can stop it. I don’t even know why I lie when it’s clear he sees right through me.

He cocks a brow. “Want to go run with Jayce then?” I don’t respond, just pinching my lips together, hoping this conversation will end. I know I have to talk to them soon, but I just don’t know how. “When are you going to stop working out multiple times a day to avoid whatever is going on in that mind of yours?”

“Have you thought any more about tattooing?” I ask, changing gears, hoping he will just let it go for now.

He huffs, clearly seeing what I’m doing. “A little. I think it’s something I need to at least try for myself. I just have to find a place to do an apprenticeship.”

“I think it’ll be good. I’m glad you are at least going to try. Are there any places around here?”

Cupping the back of my neck, he says, “I found one, but I haven’t reached out yet. I will soon.”

“And have you thought about what you want to do with the club after you’re done with your prospecting year?”

Cade squeezes the back of my neck. “Why are you asking so many questions?”

“I just want to know what you are thinking about things,” I say softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He narrows his eyes at me but doesn’t give me a chance to say anything, because Jayce and Ryker come running over. “What the hel–I mean, what the H E double hockey sticks has this kid eaten today? I swear, he is on drugs.” Ryker pants, putting his hands on his knees.

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