Page 47 of The Pursuit of Her Happiness

“Duh. That’s not what I wanted to talk to you about. The Golems and I had an idea. Charity Poker Run for Quinn. I know she won’t take a dime raised, but I thought, ya know, we could show her she’s got people on her side.” You could knock me over with a fucking feather right now. Of all things I expected him to say…that wouldn’t have made the top 500. Reuben nudges Ford with his elbow. “Oh, right, and not really for research, cuz I’m sure plenty of people are already doing that, but we could use the money raised to help the patients and their families, travel,medication and treatment costs, ambulatory services, anything they would need. Kinda like the Ronald McDonald house but without the freaky clown guy.”

“I don’t know,” Simeon, another of the Golem Guerillas, joins us with a shit-eating grin, “wouldn’t take much for you to pass as a clown.”

“Fuck you,” Ford replies without heat, chuckling at the other guy.

“That’s…incredible. Ford, truly, it’s a great idea. You back for good?”

Ford bites his bottom lip, looks at the golems, and shakes his head when his eyes meet mine. “Nah, I’m good in the burgh right now.”

“Alright.” I can respect that. I grin at their president Judah. “He ain’t too much trouble?”

“We’re used to it, you’ve met Zebulun.” I have and that fucker is crazy and a hell of a man to have your back in the wild.

“I’ll present this at the next Church.”

“Cool. Cool. Any chance I could steal a dance from Quinn at some point?” I think about it and decide that there isn’t any reason to keep them apart. Quinn is a grown ass woman, and he is her friend…and mine.

“Gotta ask her. But I’m first.”

“Of course.” Ford walks off with the others to find Madison, leaving Ephraim and I behind.

“He’s good?” I check once again. My concern for my club brother overriding my residual anger at his actions.

“He truly is. I think having him volunteer at the shelter was the best thing for him. He’s gained perspective. And between you and me, a bit of a crush on one of the residents.”

“Well, how about that.”

About an hour and a half later, pics and toasts and the couple’s first dance are over. Quinn squints at me through the crowd from the head table, a smile lighting up her face when she recognizes enough of me to know who she’s looking at. She crooks her finger and then points to the dance floor.

Standing, I stalk over and meet her at the end of the raised platform. Hand in mine, I assist her down and across the dance floor. Zach Bryan’sThe Good I’ll Doplays as I gently swing her around and into my arms. Hers wind around my neck, pulling us flush, her tits pressed against me. I run my hands down the curves of her body and across the soft skin exposed at her middle. “Fucking edible.” I murmur in her ear, trailing my lips down her neck and nibbling where her shoulder meets her neck.

“Thank you. I obviously don’t know for sure, but I feel pretty today.”

“Oh, baby, you are far more than just pretty. Exquisite. Radiant. Fucking hot.” She giggles and it’s such a wonderful sound. “I can’t wait to get you home and under me.”

She smiles, leans up on her toes, her breath caressing the shell of my ear. “I’m not wearing any panties, so why don’t we make that happen a little sooner than later.”

“Let’s go.” I take her hand and rush off the dance floor. She laughs but follows. I search the grounds for somewhere to take her, and my cock jerks as the trailer comes into view.

“Polk, I don’t think—” Her words are cut off at the top of the stairs when I open the door to the trailer.

“Holy shit.” I can’t believe what I’m seeing.

“What? What is it? Damn this blindness!”

“Oh my God!”

“Audrey?”

“Put me down, Keenan!”

“No.” Lincoln’s head turns to me, and he growls, “Get the fuck out.” I dip an imaginary hat to him and step back, shutting the door once Quinn and I are outside.

“Polk? Bently? What’s happening? Is Audrey ok?”

“She is…uh…do you get motion sickness?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

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