Page 5 of Mac
He usually had a few things to get done on Saturday morning if he didn't sleep in.He went inside pushing any thought of tomorrow out of his mind, at least for now.He settled into his recliner and flipped through the channels before shutting the TV off.Nothing there caught his attention, so he picked up the book he'd been reading, a western he'd remembered he'd picked up after Gizmo started calling the prospect Sackett, and settled in.
The next morning the sun woke him a little after 7 a.m.Standing on the front porch watching the neighbors as he sipped his coffee, he noticed the grass could use mowing, so he finished his cup and got busy.Mowing the grass was one of his favorite things.For most people it was a chore, for him, it was something he'd never had to do as a kid, growing up in an apartment building in the city he'd watched people mow grass and loved the scent of fresh cut grass.Now that he had a yard of his own, it was something he never hired anyone else to do, unless he had to.
Sweat dripped into his eyes before he'd finished the front yard.It wasn't the heat of the day, as it hadn't even topped ninety, and probably wouldn't the first week in November.Though it wasn't unheard of.No, it wasn't the heat but the work that had him sweating and he couldn't complain.Sometimes pushing the mower was a little more work than he'd bargained for, still, the scent of fresh cut grass and the satisfaction of looking out over his nice, neat lawn was worth it.
Mac put the mower away, poured a glass of iced tea and took it out to the chair on the porch to enjoy the nice day and admire a job well done.A buzzing in his pocket made him pull out his phone, only to find he'd missed a couple calls and had several messages waiting.A quick check told him the missed calls were from Sadist, one of his brothers and the VP of the Demented Souls.Before calling Sadist back, Mac pulled up the messages to see what they said.A bit of 'where are you' a 'we need you' a couple more 'where are yous' and the last one, it was from Tuck saying 'call in when you get this.Important.'
With a sigh Mac dialed Tuck's number and put the phone to his ear.He'd really been hoping to have a day off.Just a day to himself where he didn't have to solve anyone's problems or deal with anyone's shit.Looked like today wasn't that day.The phone rang and rang in his ear, until it rolled over to voice mail.Mac hung up without leaving a message and dialed Sadist.Again, it rang and rang.
Mack worked his way down the list of club officers until someone picked up.That someone was Ghost, their Master at Arms.Ghost was a strange one, he didn't talk much and what he did say usually unsettled Mac more than he wanted to admit.
"Yo," Ghost said in way of answer.
"Yo yourself.Tuck left me a message to call in, said it was important, but no one is answering.What's up?"
"We've got trouble.Having all our brothers check in.All good out your way?"
"Yeah."Mac frowned and wondered what was wrong now.It seemed like something was always coming up, one way or another, and he was wondering for the first time in almost twenty years if he'd gotten mixed up in the wrong thing.
"Here's Tuck."Just like that Ghost was gone and Tuck's voice came over the line.
"You all right?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Not entirely sure yet.but you weren't answering, and I got worried."Tuck sounded even more tired than he had when Mac last saw him the day before.
"I was mowing the lawn.It's hard to tell what vibrations are my phone and what's the mower."
"Good to know."
“ShouldI come in?"Mac stared out across the yard and the street beyond.
"Nah, not yet."Tuck didn't sound concerned."Not anything big yet, we just want to check in, get in touch with everyone."
"Anyone else not called in yet?"
"No, you were the last."
Relief washed through Mac, glad none of his brothers were missing or hurt.Though he couldn't help but wonder what was going on.
"You sure you don't need me?"
"Not unless you feel like you need to come in.We're covered, At least for now.I'll let you know if that changes."
"Sounds good."
They rang off.Mac stuffed his phone back in his pocket, took one last scan of the yard and went back inside.His stomach rumbled, it was time to think about something to eat.He changed into clean jeans, checked his refrigerator, and found the contents lacking.He sighed and wished he'd remembered to pick up groceries.
Guess that meant he'd be going out for breakfast.Damn, he hated going out alone.That's when the idea popped into his head.Before he could have second thoughts, he found himself out the front door and halfway across the lawn.It wasn't until he knocked on the door that he had second thoughts.What if she thought he was crazy?What if she thought he was some weirdo for inviting her to breakfast?
Before he could over think it much longer, the door opened, revealing his neighbor in shorts and a tank top.
"Hey, I'm going out for breakfast and, pleasedon't think I'm being weird or creepy, but I wondered if you would like to join me?"
She frowned and blinked."I'm sorry."She tilted her head to one side."You want to take me to breakfast?"
"Yeah.Why not?I realized I don't have the stuff to cook, and thought if I have to go out, I might as well have a little company.I thought you might like to have a bite if you haven't already eaten that is?"
