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“I better get going, leave you to it.” I pat my pockets, making sure I have my phone and whatever other shit I might possibly need, before moving toward the door.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“What for?”
“For seeing them. Thank you.”
I nod once, wanting to say so much fucking more, but it’s stuck in my throat. Besides, she may not want to listen to me today. Or even maybe tomorrow. Pulling the door closed behind me I stumble when my shirt is grabbed and I’m dragged from the step.
“What the fuck!?”
“Listen here numbnuts, I have a plan. You want that family to be yours right?” Pops’ voice hisses at me and I should have known he’d be the only bastard here brave enough to jump me late at night.
“What the hell man!?”
“Answer me!”
“Yes! I want them to be mine. Even Kaia, if she’ll have me.” Wow. Looks like the words I wanted to say to Kaia that were stuck just come flying out when my defenses are down.
“Good. Tomorrow you’re going to ask her on a date.”
I stare at Pops in the darkness, the only light coming from the main room in the farmhouse. “Come again?”
“Ask. Her. On. A. Date.” He emphasises each word by shaking me around by the scruff of my shirt.
I let out a breath. “Look, dude. You know we’re on lockdown. I can’t take her anywhere.”
“I know that, that’s why we’re bringing the date to you. Do you trust me?”
I think about it for a split second. I don’tnottrust him. But at the same time the guy does have a tendency to get into trouble.
“Come on kid, it’s an easy question.”
Making up my mind, I blow out a breath. “Yes, I trust you.”
“Good. Let the Love Pres take care of everything.”
My brows shoot up to my non-existent hairline. “The Love Pres?”
“Some people call me that.”
“Who?”
“Your Pres for one.”
That sounds pretty fucking unlikely but I decide to let it go. I mean, shit, Pops knows more about Kaia and the kids than anyone here. He’s a trusted member of the girl gang. He’ll know more about what Kaia is thinking and feeling than anyone else here.
“OK, Love Pres. What do I have to do?”
Kaia
Banging on the door has me rushing to answer it. I know that the men are meant to be riding out tomorrow, but what I’ve learned from the women over the course of our girls night drinks is that shit can hit the fan quicker than the blink of an eye.
Flinging the door open I’m met with Pops, and he looks like he means business.
“Listen, girl, I like you. You’re one of us. But for the love of god, I need you to say yes to the next person that knocks on this door, capiche?”
I blink once, then twice. “What? Who’s going to knock? What’s the question?”
