Page 49 of Love is Blind

“Yet,” I taunt.

If she’s anything like her cousin, he’ll be buying a fucking dog soon too. Taking another swig from my beer, I turn my attention back to Hawk. “So you got anything for me?”

“I’ve got a labradoodle.”

I shrug my shoulders. A dog is a dog. As long as it helps Birdie out, I don’t give a fuck if it’s got two heads.

“It trained and ready to go?”

Hawk nods, taking another pull of his beer.

“Then he’s Birdie’s.”

“It’s a she.”

“Whatever.” I drain the rest of my beer. “She’s staying with Emmy. You can bring the dog there tomorrow afternoon,” I say, placing the empty bottle on top of the table. “She might give you a hard time, that happens you call me.”

“Don’t you want to give her the dog yourself?” Hawk asks.

Of course I do, but I barely survived an apology. For a man who isn’t afraid of much, I’m fucking terrified at what might happen the next time I’m around her.

“No.” I shake my head firmly. “It ain’t like that between us.”

All eyes land on me and they get quiet. Wiz finally breaks the silence. “Dude, you’re getting her a dog.”

Clenching my jaw, I fix him with a glare, and he smacks his lips together.

“Sorry, I’ll shut up,” he mumbles.

Looking away from them, I stare across the lot. Movement catches my eye and I turn to the trailer Maverick put on the lot for his and Holly’s recycling business. I wasn’t sure it would take off, especially with all the drama surrounding the decision, but once Maverick and Holly realized they were destined for one another, they made it work and now H & M Recycling is one of the club’s biggest earning endeavors. It’s a good thing too because after that shit with King, we lost a mint on our gun contracts.

Maverick holds the door for Holly as she steps out of the trailer. She barely makes it down the steps before she turns back to him and winds an arm around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

They almost make it look easy.

Like everyone is entitled to a second chance.

I tear my eyes away from the happy couple and glance back to the men around the picnic table. None of them believe in second chances either. Maybe that’s why they’re all looking at me like on the verge of some sort of mental breakdown.

“Has she ever had a guide dog before?” Hawk asks, sounding genuinely curious.

“She said she had one back in Charlotte but when she relocated, she couldn’t bring it with her because Em is allergic.” My gaze slides to Ink and I watch idly as his brows knit together.

“What?” I press.

He shakes his head.

“Nothing…it’s just…I was giving Emmy a ride home last week when Hawk asked me to pass by Booker and Mann. I took her with me. She didn’t mention any allergies.”

“Did she stay in the car?”

His eyes lock with mine, a blank expression on his face, but he doesn’t say a word, confirming what I already suspected.

Birdie is full of shit.

I didn’t imagine that look on her face, something happened with that dog and she doesn’t want to share. That’s fine, I’ve got resources.

“Wiz,” I call.

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