Page 61 of Fastlander Fallen

“Owen, cut it out.”

He shrugged. “Just saying, you were telling me last night you don’t know if you want to be in this Crew, but this morning you’re letting his animal drag you into it. Your head is getting foggy, isn’t it? Every time he touches you?” Owen narrowed his eyes. “That’s what happens with tiger shifters.”

“I’m sure that would be true if I was a tiger shifter,” Ace said blandly.

“Shit.” Owen marked out another guess.

“I might throw you off this balcony,” Gunner said, easy as you like.

Corey snorted. “I’ll give you ten bucks if you do.”

Captain blurred, and Owen yelped as he went sailing over the railing. His notepad flew into the air, and Owen disappeared.

“Oh my gosh!” Hallie exclaimed, rushing to the railing. “Oh. He’s okay, he landed on his feet. Well, don’t flip me off, I didn’t do it! I’m the one checking to see if you’re okay!”

Captain turned to Corey and held out his hand. “Ten bucks.”

Corey sat there with her mouth hanging open wide enough to catch a bee. “You just…you just threw him over the railing.”

A big smile took Captain’s face. “I would’ve done it for free, but you offered cash.”

“Good to know for next time,” Corey said softly as she dug a ten-dollar bill out of her purse and slapped it onto his palm.

Ace was sitting beside her stifling laughter, and even Gunner was biting back a smile.

“Give me my notepad!” Owen yelled from below the balcony.

Captain stood and chucked the notepad down as hard as he could. “Give me your wallet. You’re paying for your meal.”

A wallet came sailing up to Captain, who caught it easily and took out some cash, then threw it back down at Owen. “Bye now, drive unsafe.”

He threw the cash onto the table, then pulled out his own wallet and added a fifty-dollar bill to the pile of cash. He turned to Gunner and told him, “Your Crew is going to be the worst Crew in the history of Damon’s Mountains.”

Gunner glared, one eyebrow cocked at his brother.

There were ten loaded seconds of the Walker brothers staring at each other, and then Captain said, “Fuck it, I’m in. See you tonight.” And then he hopped over the balcony railing and disappeared like freaking Batman.

Gunner rubbed his hand down the three-day scruff on his jaw and leaned onto the table, then looked at his mate with an exhausted expression.

“It’ll be fine,” she assured him.

“Lie,” Gunner and Ace both said at the same time.

“Who else are you thinking for the Crew?” Ace asked.

“Damon wants Wreck.”

Ace threw his head back and laughed. “Fuck that. That’s a horrible idea.”

“The worst,” Gunner muttered darkly.

Hallie took a sip of her mimosa. “I mean, I think all of these applicants are questionable.”

Gunner ran his hand through his hair and draped his arm on the back of her chair, leaned his own chair back on two legs, and stared at the view of the mountains. “Yeah, well, welcome to the new C-Team.”

Chapter Ten

Today had been the best day. The absolute best that Corey could even remember.

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