Page 54 of Bayou Knights
“Always willing to help a damsel in distress,” he chuckles.
“I hope you find your happy ending,” I tell him.
“Me too. York and Greer are good guys,” he says, and I nod because they are.
“Did all of you come?” I ask as the music gets louder.
“Yeah, we thought the club could use a vacation,” he snorts, “that’s what Zoe said.”
“My house is your house,” I giggle.
“Want me to carry you outside?”
“I’d appreciate that,” I say as he gently lifts me up and carries me outside and depositing me on Greer’s lap.
“Capone,” he tips his chin to Greer.
“Prez,” he nods back. I feel like it’s a challenge of some sort. I don’t now all the rules of the club so not sure what’s going on.
“Take good care of her,” Zion plops down in a chair and Greer relaxes.
“Prez,” Sawyer hands him a beer and then one to me. I smile at him as he moves on.
“You going to stay here?” Zoe takes a seat on the other side.
“I think so, though I don’t know what to do with all this land,” I admit. It’s a lot of land. I know we have stables, they’re set back on the property, hidden away. There’s also equipment to plant and harvest. I’ve always wanted plumtrees, maybe do something like that and cotton, that’s a big crop in Texas.
“Well, daughter, we thought maybe doing a chapter up here. They could do a clubhouse near the back of the property,” my dad says as he sits down across the table from us.
I turn to look at Zion and he nods at me.
“How many people? What would they do?”
“They are going to help you maintain this land,” dad replies, “not sure about how many yet. Depends on how many we recruit or want to come down here.”
“They won’t be in the way,” Zion tells me.
“I’m okay with it,” I tell him, and he gives me a grateful smile. He might not be mine, but he’s going to make someone very happy someday. People believe that the hero of the story is supposed to be with the girl in the end. I never believed in fairy tales. I believe I make my own path and that path only includes him as a friend.
“Burgers and steaks are ready,” Sawyer calls out from the grill. Greer sits me in the seat and goes to get food for me. I need to make it up to the guys for all they’ve done.
“Let him do it. He likes doing it,” Zion chuckles like he read my mind.
“He does?”
“He is my go-to guy when shit is hitting the fan, but he’s a good guy and loves doting on you.”
“Oh.”
“I might have made my comments in haste,” he mutters.
“What?”
“Fuck,” he stands up so fast that the noise causes guns to come out of waistbands until they figure out it was Zion.
He stalks away and I look to York and Greer who set off after him but not before setting a plate in front of me.
“Eat.”
