Page 30 of My Casanova

“Okay,” I whispered.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Dani.”

“Bye,” I sighed. It felt like my heart might leap out of my chest.

The line clicked as he ended the call, and I dropped my phone on the small table beside me. I let out a squeal and was unable to contain my excitement. My hands shook slightly as I pressed them to my cheeks and tried to keep my wide grin from spreading too much.

Smoke was coming over tomorrow.

Hot damn.

Chapter Twelve

Smoke

“Church!”

I heard the shout clear across the room, and I couldn’t help but grin.

“Hell,” Aero grunted. I glanced over at the TV where the girls were absorbed in the latestTwistersmovie along with Aero and Cue Ball. “Does he really have to yell it? He sent a text a minute ago.”

I shrugged and finished off the rest of my beer. “Guess he’s just covering all his bases,” I said with a laugh and pushed myself off the stool.

It was Sunday morning.

It had been a pretty chill morning for the most part. Adalee and Fallon had made breakfast and were in the kitchen cleaning up while the rest of us chilled.

“Think he would wait until the movie’s over?” Cue Ball asked as he stretched and got up from the couch.

Olive smiled up at him and patted his butt as he rose. “I think you shouldn’t even ask him that, honey.”

I snorted. Yeah, asking Yarder to postpone church was not a good idea.

I walked in, and Yarder sat at the head of the long table like he always did—serious, intense, and looking like he wasn’t going to take anyone’s shit. The rest of the guys filtered in behind me. We all took our usual places around the table. I settled into my chair and stretched my legs out, ready for whatever was about to go down.

But there was one empty chair.

Stretch’s chair.

Yarder didn’t miss it.

“Where the hell is Stretch?” Yarder demanded, and his eyes narrowed as he scanned the group.

“I assume he’s sleeping,” Compass replied as he took a seat and leaned back. He always had that laid-back air about him, but I knew better. He never took anything lightly.

“Would one of you assholes go wake him up?” Yarder grumbled.

“I got him,” Pirate muttered and pushed his chair back as he headed for the door.

“It’s fucking eleven o’clock,” Yarder growled and shook his head as he rubbed his face with his hands.

A minute later, Pirate came back in, Stretch behind him, and stumbled a bit as he rubbed his eyes. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and pulled a wrinkled T-shirt over his head as he sat down. He didn’t even acknowledge the fact that we were all staring at him. Typical Stretch.

“You couldn’t even put some clothes on?” Aero laughed and shook his head.

Stretch just shot him a halfhearted glare as he plopped down into the chair next to mine. “Fuck you, man,” he muttered and looked a little more awake now, but still grumpy.

“Fucking circus,” Yarder muttered under his breath, but his annoyance didn’t quite hide the amusement in his eyes. He was trying to stay in control, but anyone could see that we all liked to push him just a little too far.

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