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I shake my head.

“Because of the shooting. Didn’t Rafe tell you how he got that scar on his forehead?”

“Not really. He said there was a problem that had to do with the club. I got the feeling he didn’t want to talk about it.”

“I don’t think he even remembers what happened.”

I frown. “What?”

She checks over her shoulder, Rafe moving quickly toward us.

“Meet me tomorrow at the diner across from Gigi’s tattoo shop,” she murmurs low, then turns a bright smile on Rafe. “Want to join our game?”

He gives her a big grin and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me against his side to press a quick kiss to my lips. “Why don’t you girls have a beer before the pitcher gets warm?”

I glance at Harley Jean, and she answers for both of us.

“Sure, Rafe. No problem.”

I think she just doesn’t want to insist on us playing. I wonder if it bothers her that he’s interrupted. If so, she isn’t saying so. Respect for the MC? Or maybe she doesn’t want to rock the boat between him and I.”

I want to say something, but I go along. I’m new to this world and not sure how close they keep tabs on their women. Is he being protective or controlling? Or am I reading too much into this? Perhaps, like he says, he just wants us to enjoy the beer while it’s still cold. He did go to the trouble of standing in line to get it for us.

We return to the table, and Kyle’s eyes flick between Harley and me, and I can’t help thinking he’s wondering what we were talking about.

Rafe pours me a glass and passes it with a grin.

We sit and drink until all the pitchers are empty, and I’m having a great time. These guys are a hoot, and the laughs just keep coming.

Billy pours the last of the final pitcher into his glass and leans forward, like he’s sharing a secret with the table. “You should have seen Green the other day. He dropped a twenty-dollar bill on the street in front of Gigi’s place.”

“Did he try to chase it?” Kyle asks, giving Green a look that says he knows he did.

“What’re you lookin’ at me like that for?” Green lifts a brow.

“Because I know you, bro,” Kyle replies.

“Of course, I chased it. It was twenty damn dollars.” Green splays his hands.

Billy chuckles. “He chased it half a block. Every time he’d get close, the wind would blow it another ten feet. I tried to get a video of it on my phone, but I was laughing too hard.”

Kyle leans toward Rafe and sniffs. “You wearin’ cologne, brother?”

“Maybe,” Rafe replies, looking embarrassed. “What’s it to ya?”

“It’s nice. Kind of a leather and mesquite sort of deal.” Kyle grins. “Like a barbequed baseball glove.”

Billy almost spits his beer out.

I tilt my head. “You guys always like this?”

“That’s just brothers busting each other’s chops,” Green says. “Don’t pay it no mind.”

“Right,” Rafe says. “It’s comradery. Like Batman and Robin.”

“Right. I’m Batman. He’s Robin.” Kyle jerks his thumb at his brother.

Rafe lifts a brow. “Who’re you callin’ Robin, asshole? I’m Batman.”

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