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“You already have.” Then Willa, proving once again that she was in absolute tune with him, gave him permission to do what he’d already decided. “Take the club back, chunk a hunk. You need it. We’re here with you, and we’ll do what’s needful. Bring it on. The Masons will conquer anything life throws at us.”
“More every day,” he reminded her, and she squeezed tight. He loosened her grip and turned, smiling down at her as she burrowed against his chest. “You’ve given me so much, Wills.”
“Takes more than that to get in my pants.” She sighed and yawned, neck twisting to plant her face against his breastbone. “Why are we up again?”
“Because we are.” He bent his knees and scooped her up, tossing her over his shoulder, grinning when she shouted with laughter. “Woman, you’ll wake the kids.”
“Kids are already awake. Cover Mom’s ass, would ya?” Garrett called out as he walked into the kitchen, yawning widely. “I do not need to see her butt shining at me first thing in the morning.”
“I have undies on. Shut your piehole.” Willa twisted in place on his shoulder. Mason swatted her cheek hard enough to make her squeal, grinning when she did exactly as he expected. “Mason.”
“Morning Mom, Daddy.” Dolly walked in behind her brother, then tipped her chin down and lifted a hand to cover the side of her face. “God, you guys are so weird. Garrett, can you give me a ride to school today?”
“Mornin’, baby girl.” Dolly kept her eyes averted and Mason laughed, swatting Willa’s ass again before he shifted her into his arms, then let her feet drop to the floor. He kept her close in an embrace with his arms around her waist, turning her back to his front. “Safe to look now.”
“If Dad’ll let me drive on my permit, sure. Hey, Dad, is it okay if I drop by the shop this afternoon? I wanted to talk to Bear about the paint job for the bike.” Garrett had been working on fixing up a motorcycle for the past several months, having picked up a classic model at an auction he attended with Bear. When they’d come home that day, Bear had given him a look Mason couldn’t understand, until the tarp was flipped off the load of bikes and he saw an old Indian Chief chained there with the rest of the barn finds. “I’ve got an idea of what I want now.”
“Sure, son.” Garrett had the bug, as Willa called it. He’d grown up riding and never got enough wind. Even when given his choice of things to do, he picked the club.Not my doing, Mason reminded himself.He’s making this decision on his own. “You need anything from me?”
“A job?” Garrett laughed, but the way his eyes cut over to look at Mason said it wasn’t really a joke. “Gotta pay Bear. I won’t let him do me a freebie.”
“Lemme think on it, and I bet I can find something for you, Gar-boy. Take the truck this morning, just be careful.” All he had to do was talk to Jase, and Garrett would have a job by the time the conversation was over. Garrett could have had that conversation, but Mason appreciated how he’d deferred the decision to his old man. “You got anything else hanging?” Garrett shook his head. “You know I love you, son?”
Garrett nodded and Dolly laughed as she walked across the kitchen, arms out. “Do you love me, too?” Willa shifted so she got her arm around their daughter as Mason did. “What if I want a job at the shop?”
“No.” Mason and Willa’s answer came in tandem. “No.”
Dolly giggled and tipped her head back. “Marie’s?”
“No.” Mason let Willa answer that one on her own, already guessing what would be next.
“Slinky’s?” Blinking coquettishly, Dolly grinned up at him.
“Hell no.”God, this girl. “You are way too much like your mother, you know that?”
“Hey, what’s wrong with being me?” Willa pulled back, and the look she gave him was a scowl in contrast to Dolly’s grin. She twisted to stare at Dolly. “You can be me anytime you want, honey child. Any time.”
“Except when it’ll get you into trouble.” Mason agreed, then laughed. “I need more than no coffee for this discussion.” He gave his two women a squeeze, and then kissed the tops of their heads in turn. “I love you.”
