Page 94 of Whiskey Shivers

I laughed along with the rest of the guys.

“No worries here, baby. I’ll get to that well and good when we get home.”

She smiled at me and said, “Well then hurry up and feed me so you can get to fuckin’ me.”

There were some rowdy cheers from around the room but I only had eyes for her.

“God, I fuckin’ love you,” I declared and she winked at me.

“Right back at you, baby,” she said, and I pulled her into my arms and kissed her soundly to a track of wild cheers, whistling and applause.

“Man, you need to fuckin hurry up and marry her,” La Croix declared in his deadpan way, but there was a sparkle of something in his fucked-up eyes. I winked in his direction and he took a pull off his beer.

“Pretty sure he’ll get around to it eventually,” my Fable said breezily. “Won’t if he doesn’t get me any dinner, though.”

“On that note, boys, I’ll see you later.”

We left the club and she sighed once we were outside.

“So?” she asked nervously.

“So, I’m going to be out most of the day tomorrow finding a place to set up. Bennie’s running the numbers as we speak. It’s a go.”

She squeaked and threw her arms around my neck, nearly bowling me over kissing me soundly with her excitement and enthusiasm.

“God, I fuckin’ love you,” I breathed against her mouth.

“On second thought, let’s skip dinner. Take me home, please. We can always make a sandwich when we’re done fucking.”

I barked a laugh and said, “It’s like you were made for me.”

She grinned. “Right back at you,” she declared.

I shook my head.

“Food first,” I declared. “I’m fuckin’ starving.”

She pouted a little and said, “Fine!”

“Hey you two!” Alina called down from her open apartment window. Cor and I looked up. “Well?” she demanded.

Cor put up two thumbs up and Alina squealed with excitement.

“This is going to be so cool!” she declared and then waved down at us and shut her window.

“What’s going to be so cool?” I asked. My Fable grinned.

“I said she should do some watercolors, maybe paint some, so we had some ideas for the labels for the bottles.”

“You are gettingwayahead of yourself,” I declared laughing.

“Hey, we gotta get our touch on things in somewhere. This is going to be a family business after all.”

I cocked my head, “How do you figure?” I asked.

She turned to look over her shoulder as she set her tote on the seat of my bike and took up her helmet to put it on.

“Isn’t that what you said?” she asked. “That the club wanted to be more like a family, like you saw with that other club, The Kraken?”

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