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"I don't know." She took out her debit card. "All we can do is wait to see if he returns."

Cora handed her a cup of coffee before preparing the second one. "I'm sorry. I wish there were something I could do."

She had to admit it was nice that Cora was concerned. Inhaling the steam coming through the hole on the top of the lid, she stepped over to the cash register, where Cora took her payment.

"Hopefully, your head will start feeling better soon," she said.

"I hope." Cora mustered a smile. "I'll see you later."

She walked the block back to the building and entered through the front door of the parts shop. Having been there several times since arriving in Seaglass Cove, she knew the layout.

Maverick dipped his chin in her direction. She sat the box and drinks on the counter.

"Do you or any of the other guys working here today want me to run and get drinks?" she asked.

"Nah, I'm good." Maverick coughed. "Already had my cup."

Jagger walked out from one of the aisles in the back. She held up a cup and motioned him over.

Without saying a word, he took a sip of the coffee and exhaled loudly in appreciation. She loved that she could do something for him, even as simple as getting him a coffee.

Dio strolled in and spotted her. "Great, we have more help."

"I don't know how much help I'll be, but I'll try." She put her hands on her hips. "Point me to what I'm supposed to do."

Five minutes later, she was searching for parts to fill orders. She'd learned how to decode their inventory records. Best of all, she got to hang with Jagger all morning, and that helped keep her mind off her dad.

Chapter Twenty Eight

JAGGER LEANED AGAINST the pool table, talking with Bane and Maverick. Katrina sat beside him on the edge of the pool table with her finger hooked in his back pocket. Some of the guys had fired up the grill outside, and burgers and hotdogs were passed around until everyone had a plate.

Daisy stepped closer. "Cora mentioned you're staying in Seaglass Cove with Jagger."

"That's the plan."

"That's exciting." Daisy leaned against the pool table beside her. "If you need anything, feel free to call me or run over to the pool. I'm there Monday through Friday, most of the time. Otherwise, I'm home."

As the president's woman, all other ol' ladies would look toward her for guidance within the club. She would oversee organizing get-togethers, making sure every family had enough money to support themselves and to see after the children of Havlin. No one would go without the bare necessities and have moral and financial support.

Until now, Daisy would've assumed that position as the ol' lady to the vice president.

Mama Sue had taught her by example. She'd witnessed how a true president's woman should act over the years, even though Baller was gone. Every member respected her position, even though her husband no longer sat in the seat.

While she had a temper and rarely had control of her emotions when it came to Jagger, she knew what was expected of her. The other women would never respect her if she failed to step up and take responsibility for them all.

"I appreciate that." She slid her hand up the back of Jagger's shirt. "Have you got something to eat yet?"

After getting wind of the barbecue, she'd made a couple of calls and had the deli prepare enough potato salad and chips for the get-together after Jagger gave her a number of how many people to expect, counting kids.

"I did." Daisy smiled. "Brooke and Cora are outside. They stopped me before I could come inside and find Bane."

It was always awkward getting to know other women. While she'd met Daisy before, it was before the fight at the pool—and she probably made a fool of herself.

"Do you know if Bane has eaten?" asked Daisy.

"I don't think so. He rode in with Jagger about twenty minutes ago, and they've been together ever since."

"I'll go get him a plate while he talks. Do you want anything while I'm out there?"

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