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"Go to hell," she shouts. "You should go check on your good friend, Lex. The last time I saw her, she looked like shit. You can go to hell together."

"Already there," Ky shouts back as Felicity stomps inside and slams the door behind her.

He walks to his bike and sighs as he sits. That didn't go as planned, but maybe she'll come around when rational thought catches up to her. This isn't the end of them. It can't be. He just has to know what her secrets are and forgive her. Show her that they can move past anything as long as they're together.

Chapter Twelve

Griffin's Beach

Gavin

BeingaProspectinthe club has its ups and downs. Mostly downs. Hell, it flat out sucks. But today, instead of cleaning the shitters at the clubhouse, Gavin pulls into the driveway of Lex and Colt's house. Of all the things he's been asked to do, building something, whatever it may be, is one of the better tasks. Unless it's a shitter. Then he might just throw in the towel and say he's done.

No one appears to be home as he climbs off the bike and walks up to the porch. Considering he was given no instructions on what specifically he was to build, this poses a fairly large problem.

"Well, great. Directions would have been really helpful, guys," he mumbles and turns back to his bike. Calla's screams of laughter carry around the house from the backyard, and he stops. "If Calla's home, someone over the age of ten has to be here, too."

Walking around the house to the backyard, he smirks as Calla squeals on the swing set with a gorgeous brunette pushing her from behind. Noah runs around with an older boy, and Gavin realizes these must be the teenagers Colt said they'd taken in.

"Gavin!" Noah shouts and runs up to him. "This is Lucas. He's really cool, and he lives with us. He stays in my room, and he's my new big brother!"

Smiling at the blond boy, Gavin ruffles his hair. "Is that right?"

"It is!"

"Hey," Lucas says and walks up to him. His brown eyes regard Gavin with tentative scrutiny.

"Hey, man. I'm Gavin. I'm their dad's best friend's kid. And Colt's my godfather whether he knows it or not. I think. Who knows?" he says and fist bumps the kid.

Noah nods. "Gavin's a Prospect just like I'll be one day!"

Lucas nods, and Gavin guesses he's around fourteen. Not as old as Gracie, but not as young as Noah. "Cool. Is it tough?"

"Not tough. Gross most of the time, but it's not that tough," he says.

"Lucas, why don't you take the kids inside and get their snacks ready? Noah, you should use the bathroom before eating," the teenage girl says. "And make sure you wash your hands."

"Come on, little ones," Lucas calls. "Line up!"

Calla runs over the moment her feet touch the ground as she clumsily climbs off the swing, and she forms a line behind Noah. They march behind Lucas into the house, and Gavin can't help but chuckle. "Well, that's cute."

"Hey, I'm Hailey."

His attention focuses solely on her now. Her dark brown eyes have specks of gold in them, and he wants to reach out and touch her shiny, straight hair. It looks so soft. It hangs down just above her chest, and he focuses his eyes back up when he catches himself lingering at her cleavage. She's barely a B cup, but tits are tits. Especially to an eighteen-year-old guy.

"Gavin."

"Ky's kid, huh?"

"Yep. I'm supposed to be putting something together for Colt. You wouldn't happen to have any idea what that would be by chance, would you?"

Shaking her head, she smirks. "You came to put something together, but you don't know what it is? How exactly did you plan to accomplish that task?"

"I expected Colt or my dad to be here. I guess I'll have to call them."

She smiles, and he smiles back involuntarily. "Probably should have tried to figure out a plan ahead of time, huh?"

"Yeah, I suppose so. I don't know if you know much about us bikers, but we're not exactly the smartest men in the world. And I could go back to the clubhouse while I wait for them to get back to me, but I'll probably be put to work there. You won't kick me out and make me clean the bathrooms at a gross clubhouse, will you? You'll take pity on me?"

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