Page 2 of Hounds Ascend
“Damn, brother. That’s the best pick-up line I’ve seen in along time,” Scott says.
Cass shrugs his shoulders and laughs. “Well, ya know.”
He sits down next to me at the bar and downs half of what was left of my drink.
“Hey!”
“What? I was thirsty.” He smiles a wide, happy smile.
I narrow my eyes at him. “Uh-huh. I see that.”
Cass slides my drink back in front of me. I’ve missed him while he’s been gone so much and just seeing him sitting next to me is comforting, but I’m dying to be alone with him.
“Is it wrong that I want to forcefully drag you to the bedroom right now?” I whisper.
He raises his eyebrows at me and his entire face lights up. “Nope. It isn’t wrong at all, but church is about to start.”
I sigh. Of course. That’s why he’s here so early today. It’s Saturday and they have church, or their meeting, every single Saturday evening. I’ve learned a whole lot about the club in the two weeks I’ve been here. Everything prior to these two weeks were simply minor details in the grand scheme of it all.
Now that I’ve gotten to see it from the “inside” so to speak, I have a much better understanding. I’m not allowed in meetings, no one is. Not even cell phones. Cass doesn’t tell me anything that’s going on either, although I’m dying to know what they’re going to do to take care of the Moccasins. Cass hasn’t been home long enough for me to even ask, though.
I’m so tired of being cooped up, so I dart upstairs to retrieve my phoneand text Mindy.
Lilly: Drinks after work? I need to get out of here for at least an hour or two.
Mindy: Done. I have lots to fill you in on anyway.
I smile as I sit my phone down on the bar. Cass is already in church by the time I get back downstairs. I look at Linc who’s still behind the bar.
“I’m going to meet Mindy at the bar,” I say.
“Fuck. When?” he asks.
“I’m leaving in about five minutes,” I smirk.
“Lilly, I don’t know if Prez is gonna like this shit.”
“Oh well. He’s in church and church is never to be interrupted. So, what you gonna do?” I ask, walking backward slowly toward the front door of the clubhouse, twirling my keys in my hand.
“Fuck.”
Linc sets his cut-off down behind the bar and follows me out the door.
“If you’re planning on drinking, I’ll drive my truck, or if you’d rather I drive your car…?”
“Your truck it is.”
I climb into Linc’s blacked-out Chevy. It’s navy blue with a lift kit and looks brand new on the inside. However, alterative rock blares through the speakers, throwing me off.
“I expected hokey country to be your choice of music.”
“Not quite. I like old country, but I’m not a fan of new country,” Linc says as he backs out of the driveway.
“You know how to get to Creek’s?” I ask.
“Well yeah. What kind of Prospect would I be if I didn’t?”
“Alright. Alright.” I throw my hands up in surrender. He really is a good prospect. He’s always at the clubhouse and that makes me wonder if he has a family. I haven’t talked to him much about his personal life. Hell, I haven’t talked to any of them about their personal life much.
