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See, my mother was her sister, and they hadn’t agreed on very many things.
My mother hadn’t understood the club life.
And since she hadn’t understood it, I was never allowed to come for a visit.
The only time I ever got to see Aunt Tempie and Uncle Merlin, her husband, was if they made the drive up there.
I could understand her way of thinking in some ways, but in other ways... I couldn’t.
I smiled, “Hi, I’m Nola. I’m Tempie and Merlin’s niece.”
He nodded, then smiled a small smile at me, “Heard about your folks. Sucks. You're okay, right?”
At his thoughtful question, I nodded, “Yeah. I’m good.”
He winked, then he nodded, “I’ll open the gate. One minute.”
I watched as he walked over to the little shed thing and then must have hit a button because the gate started to slide open.
Then, when there was enough space to clear my car, I waved at him as I passed by.
I had just parked my car, turned off the ignition, and unbuckled my seat belt when the French doors to the clubhouse opened.
And when I saw my Aunt Tempie and Uncle Merlin, I bolted out of my car.
In a matter of heartbeats, I was wrapped in their arms and squeezed tight.
They had wanted to come help me with everything, but after talking to Aunt Tempie and a deal that was about to go down with a group of people that they needed Uncle Merlin for, I had told her that it would be okay.
She had told me that Uncle Merlin was a tech guru of sorts for the club, and that was all she was allowed to tell me.
Did I binge-watch that TV showSons of Anarchyso I wouldn’t look like a complete airhead?
Yes, I totally freaking did.
Did I also read every single motorcycle club romance I could find as well?
Yes, I totally did.
Lacy Rose was becoming one of my all-time favorites.
And seeing Aunt Tempie and Uncle Merlin, I smiled.
They had come up for the funeral and were able to stay for a few days.
Aunt Tempie whispered into my hair, “Hi, sweetheart. I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Hi, Aunt Tempie,” I told her.
“Glad to see you, shortie,” Uncle Merlin said.
I smiled up at him, “Glad to see you too.”
Then they led me inside the clubhouse.
It was one open space on the main level.
The entire main level looked to be what a man cave would be. Recliners, couches, and a big television mounted on the wall.
