Page 19 of Flick

Brew chuckled. “Yep, it sucks. But if we want a plan that has a chance at survival and coming out of this on top, information is key.”

Flick stared at Brew. Besides being Vice President of the Chapter, Brew ran Bluff Creek Brews, the Chapter’s distillery.

“True, but the waiting is hard,” Flick said.

Brew chuckled again. “Yeah, spending time with Beth, living together in a house, all alone by yourselves, I’m sure things are hard,” Brew quipped.

Flick stared at Brew while Dodge and Butcher, who were watching them play, laughed.

“It’s not like that between us,” Flick said.

Brew laid his stick on the pool table and stared at him as if he couldn’t believe what Flick was saying.

“Why the fuck not? The woman is sexy, freakishly smart, and not afraid to take down a man twice her size if needed,” Brew said.

“I’m bailing on pool, man. If they aren’t dating, that means Beth is fair game, and I’m taking my shot,” Butcher said, walking off toward where Beth was hanging out with Rose and Della.

Flick watched him go. He wasn’t sure Butcher was the right man for Beth. She deserved someone special. He didn’t know Butcher well enough to gauge if he was the type of man Beth needed.

“Huh, didn’t see that one coming,” Brew said, then took his shot. He missed it, and it was Flick’s turn now.

Before turning toward the table, Flick glanced over to check on Beth. Butcher was smiling and flirting with her. She was giggling at whatever he said and moving her chair so he could take the seat beside her.

Flick rubbed his chest and then situated his pool stick. It looked like she was fine. He lined up his shot and sank the ball in the pocket. Yep, he wasn’t losing to Brew tonight. He needed to concentrate on his game. Beth was safe here in the clubhouse, and he could relax.

“Problem?” Brew asked.

“Just a little heartburn. Nothing to keep me from kicking your ass,” Flick muttered.

“Oh, bring it.”

Beth moved her chair to let Butcher sit down beside her. He was sexy, had a gorgeous smile, and his eye candy provided a nice addition to the girls’ gab session she, Rose, and Della had been having.

“What do you ladies do for fun in Bluff Creek? I’ve visited but haven’t done much besides going to a Friday night party,” Butcher asked.

“Well, there’s always someone to hang out with living on the compound. The Nelsons’ bar in Dodge City is a hangout. I think living in a small town is different. I’m more than happy to spend an evening watching a movie if it means that I get the small-town feel,” Beth said.

She enjoyed going out, but she wasn’t intolet’s go out and get plasteredon a Saturday night and spend all day recovering on Sunday. She liked her drinks, but she despised throwing up. Ugh, so not worth getting that drunk.

“Do you dance because we have a killer sound system to slow dance to?” Butcher asked.

“I do dance and not like Monica and Ross’s dance from Friends,” Beth joked.

“I love that show,” Rose said.

“I’m not a big one to want to slow dance, though,” Beth said. At least, she wasn’t ready to slow dance with one of the MC brothers this evening. This was about relaxing, and she didn’t want todeal with any expectations of what a slow dance might mean to Butcher.

“Me too. I mean, it’s one of my go-tos if I’ve had a bad day,” Della said. “Butcher, do you know any line dances? Because I’ve been wanting to learn but am too embarrassed to tell anyone.”

Della’s hand patting her leg under the table let her know that Della was just helping Beth out. Della had played with the kids and taught them a line dance. Beth appreciated it, though. She honestly just wanted to hang out, have a drink, and go to sleep tonight knowing she and Flick didn’t need to sleep lightly just in case something happened.

“Umm, yeah, I probably know one, but Brew knows a lot of them because he’s had some dance and drink nights at Bluff Creek Brews,” Butcher mentioned.

“Oh, does he do those painting nights where you can drink and paint?” Rose asked.

Butcher stared at them, then turned and yelled, “Hey Brew, the ladies would like to know if you do those painting nights where you can drink and paint?”

Brew laid down his stick and walked over. “What’s a paint and drink night?” he asked, pulling a chair over and sitting on it backward to straddle it and lean his arms on the back.

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