Page 42 of Timeless

“That’s cruel, Amber,” Tyler shamed my parenting. “Just because you misplace your things, he gets told the Easter Bunny isn’t coming.”

“I wasn’t misplacing them. He was hiding them! And then he would forget where he would hide them!” Seriously, why did no one believe me when my son misbehaved? Even Will didn’t think Jack was hiding my things. For a whole month, he thought I was just ‘misplacing’ things.

He believed me when he saw Jack steal my car keys and put them in his car cart. His car cart ended up having a lot of my stuff in it. Right down my perfumes.

“You did tell him he had to wait for Jax,” Cole pointed out. “You can’t go back on that.”

Jax put my hand back under the water. “Like I said, my new bike needs your approval.” He didn’t seem to be picking me up on my bad parenting. “And you aren’t killing Santa.” The corner of his lips twitched up into an amused smile.

Well, he could just share his amusement with my brothers.

“You realize once you let him on, he won’t get off. You will be taking him to school on it every day if the sun is shining.”

“I don’t mind.”

“So, you are up for the school run? Because I am telling you as soon as you let him on that bike, he won’t get off.” Jack loved two things to death, Jax and motorcycles.

Jax kept my hand under the water. “You can stop trying to scare me off, because it won’t work.”

“Sunday morning, first thing. You’re hung over from a club party and Jack wants to go for a ride. What do you do?”

“How hung over is he?” Tyler nipped in to our conversation. “And was I at this club party?”

I ignored him. “What do you do, Jax? You can’t even bear the sunlight.”

“I won’t ever be getting that drunk,” Jax said, like he was going to be staying sober.

“Sure, you won’t. Until you’re back in a club.”

“What club might this be? Because if he was back at his main club, he wouldn’t be near Jack,” Troy pointed out. “He and Jack would be in different states.”

I looked at Jax. Was he going to tell his beloved members that he was moving? Or maybe he had thought about it clearly for a second and realized he was jumping the gun.

“I’m moving charters,” Jax said like it wasn’t a big deal.

I scoffed.

The boys shared a look and then it seemed like they had been keeping something from us. I narrowed my eyes at Troy and lifted my hand from under the water and pointed at him.

“What aren’t you saying?” I asked. I knew when he was being cagy.

Jax grabbed my hand and put it back under the water.

“I relieved the president of the charter here,” Troy opened up, making my mouth drop open.

No. Not happening. I closed my mouth, trying to think of words. Like I needed to explain to all of them they were being unreasonable.

“You can’t move here,” I finally stated like it was a fact. I wouldn’t have them moving from home to here. “And why would you want to! You love our home city!”

“We stayed there because of you. You aren’t there anymore,” Cole tried to explain.

“The western charter is bigger, has more traffic, earns more money. It also had the bonus of a weak president.” Troy glanced at Jax. “Which isn’t the case anymore.”

Troy had stepped into even bigger shoes. I knew how it worked roughly. Troy was in charge of a charter. He was president of that charter. Jax, however, was king. And he was in charge of every charter, and every member answered to him—including presidents. Even the mother charter president answered to him.

“We want to be with you, Amber, and Jack. You can’t force us out of your life again. Not now I have a nephew.” Tyler was saying that like I could keep Jack from them.

“You are all insane.” I looked between them. “Wanting to step into an even more dangerous club, just so you can see Jack and I.” And just like that, I wiped off my brothers’ crazy thinking. Not being able to link their behavior to normal whatsoever.

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