Page 93 of Swan

Low, his old lady, walked up to me for a hug. “You’re looking damn fine like your daddy.”

“Low,” Dodge warned.

She rolled her eyes and patted my cheek. “But you’re nowhere near as hot as my old man.”

“Damn right,” Dodge clipped.

When the door opened behind me, I turned to see Dive.

“Hey, brother. I’m ready when you are.” Dive was getting a backpiece of his son’s name, Koda.

“Just grabbing a cup and gonna go set up. Nurse still good for me to use his med room?”

“Yep.”

The door opened again and in swept Rommy. In a blink, I had her arms wrapped around me in a tight hug.

“Dragon, hey, hello. It’s so cool you’re here to do some tattooing. I want one. Can you fit me in?” She shifted back to look up at me with hope and excitement in her gaze.

“Rom,” Dodge said. “What would you even get? It’s gotta be something you’ll love for the rest of your life.”

She snorted. “Are you telling me that you love all your tats, Dad?”

Dodge wasn’t her actual father. He was her and Texas’s uncle. His sister died, and he took them in when they were young. Rommy had refused one day to call him Uncle Trey anymore. She switched it to Dad, and for Low, Mum.

They’d taken care of both of them like they were their kids anyway. Never had one of their own.

Low cackled. “She’s got you there.”

“At least think about it longer than a moment, Rommy,” Dodge countered.

“Okay, I’ll ask him again tomorrow.”

Dodge groaned. “How about you get your butt to work. Those cars won’t fix on their own.”

“I’m going. Oh, Dragon, I’ll text Swan, but in case I forget, which happens sometimes, can you tell her that Friday night we’re going to a club for some dancing and fun?”

Shit. I didn’t like the sound of that. Something could happen to Swan like it did at the shopping centre.

“Not sure that’s a good idea, Rommy.”

She grinned. “It’s okay. It’s a place Wolf owns, and he has his own area where no one can bother us. She’ll be safe, and you’ll be there as well as Ruin and Wolf and all Wolf’s guards.”

“You’ve already asked Ruin and Wolf?” Low questioned.

She nodded. “I rang him when the idea popped into my head while I was in the gym this morning.”

Dodge chuckled. “Rommy, what have we told you about waitin’ until a decent hour to call anyone about ideas that suddenly happen?”

“I waited until six,” she said. “I didn’t ring him at five when I thought of it.”

Smirking, I shook my head and helped myself to a coffee while Dodge told Rommy to wait until at least eight in the morning before calling anyone. Unless it was an emergency.

If anyone new met Rommy, they always thought she was younger than her twenty-three years. She just held this carefree innocence about her that everyone warmed to.

“Dive, I’ll set up and see you in ten,” I called on my way out the door.

“Wait, Dragon,” Rommy said. “Friday?”

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