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Micah

Sitting on my bike, I listened to the phone ring as I held it pressed to my ear.

“Hello?” Dolly replied in a clipped tone, making me smile.

“Good morning to you too, Tink. You sound chipper.”

I could almost see her frowning.

“What can I do for you, Micah?”

Suck my cock, but I wasn’t about to suggest that. She’d tell Pepper, and then I’d have my sister to deal with.

“Just checking on you. Seeing if you’re feeling better this morning.”

“What, after you pulled a gun on a man at my door last night? Yes. I am peachy keen. Thanks for asking.”

Damn, I liked it when she was a smart-ass.

“About that, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done it. I scared you, and I feel real bad about it.” That shit wasn’t a lie. It had kept me up last night, but I wasn’t about to admit that.

She sighed. “Okay.”

“That’s all I’m getting?”

“What would you have me say?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I forgive you might be nice.”

She let out a small laugh. “I forgive you. Better?”

Grinning, I crossed one arm over my chest and settled in. I wasn’t in a real rush to get off the phone, I decided. I was enjoying this. “Maybe. What about you offer to let me come sleep in your bed and keep you nice and warm tonight? That might make it all better.”

“I’mma say, hard pass, Micah Abe.”

“Ouch. Come on, Tink. You won’t even give my cuddling offer a chance?”

Another laugh. “No, I won’t. I wasn’t born yesterday. Now, I need to get to work. If that is all you called for, I gotta go.”

I didn’t want to let her go, but I had no other excuse to keep her on the phone. “Have a good day, Tink.”

“You too, Micah.”

Two days later, I walked into church, pissed off about so many things that I wasn’t sure where to start. Liam sat at the head of the table, and Jars, Brick, Butch, and Grinder sat on the right side while Country and Tex sat on the left. I was the last one here.

“Glad you could join us,” Tex drawled sarcastically, leaning back in his chair with a cigarette clenched between his teeth.

“Fuck off,” I snapped before pulling out my chair to Liam’s direct left and sat down.

“Someone has his panties in a wad,” Grinder replied with a smirk.

“Dylan giving you hell over Dolly?” Country asked me, grinning.

“I don’t give a fuck what Dylan says or does,” I snarled, annoyed with the entire conversation.

“And I don’t give a fuck about Micah’s lineup of females,” Liam said. “What I do give a fuck about is Canyon Acree and the one hundred grand he owes us.”

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