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“Congrats, man. Maybe now you can calm the fuck down.” Seer hugs me.

“I take it you won’t be coming to see me for Viagra any longer.” Everyone around Skull goes quiet.

“Doctor-patient confidentiality!” I hiss at him while Simone covers her laugh.

“You were serious?” she whispers to me.

“Go get a doctor if ya want that shite,” Skull shrugs and walks away after dropping that bomb.

“Viagra?” Shock stares straight at my dick.

“Hey! Eyes up here, blondie.” Simone blocks her view, and I grab her hips, holding her to me like a shield.

“They’re all normally more civil than this,” I say the words in her ear, but she isn’t hearing it.

“No one you’ve introduced me to seems normal.” I chuckle and kiss her cheek.

“I never said they were normal Dove. But they are loveable in an insane way.” I turn to see Jester walking in, looking a little crazed.

His hair is a mop of curls on the top of his head. He’s wearing black muddy clothes with dirt on his face like he’s been to battle and back. He walks around the bar, pours a mug of one of our new pale ales, drains it, and starts pouring a second before he says a word to anyone.

“Congrats on the wife,” He spits the words out before finishing off the second beer.

“You good?” I ask him, trying to figure out what is going on.

“Not even a little bit. Cowboy, I need two prospects, shovels, and a few bags of Oil-Dry.” Before he can down a third mug, Seer grabs it out of his hand and stares at him for an explanation.

“What the fuck is going on,” Our president demands answers, to which Jester picks up the remote and starts one of the TVs we have hanging on the walls.

The evening news is covering an emergency plane landing in the bayou.

Gasps fill the bar as we watch Jester’s plane come down on the television. The reporter calls him a hero for not only saving all the passengers but also avoiding all homes and vehicles in his path. He took out some trees and power lines, but otherwise, it looks like a fucking miracle he’s alive.

“What the fuck happened?” I turn back to Jester.

“I was hired for an Angel flight by this lovely older couple. They wanted to pick up their daughter and grandbaby in Mexico and then return home for medical treatment. It didn’t go as planned.” He sits down heavily on a barstool.

“Angel flight?” Simone asks.

“It’s a bunch of volunteer pilots that fly patients for free to get the medical services they need,” I answer her, but I don’t take my eyes off Jester.

“I was shot down.” He turns angry eyes at our President.

“Who?” Seer growls, but Jester shrugs.

“I don’t know.”

Chapter

Twenty

SIMONE

The brewery calms after the arrival of Noah, the brother who crashed his plane today. A few of the members went with him to check the plane and clean up the area so it didn’t impact the local environment since the plane was leaking oil and gas near an important waterway.

I’ve been talking with several of the ladies in the club and drinking pretty much all evening, so when my phone rings, I answer without checking the screen.

“Hello,” I hiccup and then giggle.

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