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“I never got to say that I’m sorry about what happened to you,” Connor said with a slight slur in his speech and sway in his body. “I wanted to warn you and I hate that I let Detective Arse-Hat get to me.”
I knew enough to know that Detective Mullins was causing a tiny amount of trouble for the club. It seemed like he was doing the same for Connor, who happened to be on the force. I think he got his suspension lifted, but I wouldn’t doubt that he felt like he was having to watch his every move.
“It’s alright, Connor. I understand. I was never mad at you, man,” Brand said, patting the guy’s back.
“Ye’re not a Paragon, though, are you? You just hang out with them. Ye’re a little too…” Connor said to me, his head cocked to the side as he took me in. “Pretty.”
Brand barked out a laugh. I didn’t think I was pretty, but whatever. I mean, I was in no way someone you’d mistake for a biker and that was alright with me.
“But then again, this club does have some of the prettiest bikers I’ve ever feckin’ seen, so who the feck knows.” He shook his head. “No disrespect.”
He gave a little drunken shrug. I didn’t get the feeling like he was hitting on me or trying to be mean in any sort of way, so I wasn’t bothered by it.
“Us outlaws have to stick together,” Connor said, his attention back on Brand. “United and all that shite.”
Then he patted Brand on the back and shuffled off. Brand and I exchanged a look that said ‘what the fuck’ and then shook it off.
Connor had become someone that was close to some of the guys. He hung out at the bar sometimes, well, rarely, but when he was there he got along with everyone. I could kind of tell that he was the bridge between the club and the Irish. Which was good, because the better all of the criminal underbelly groups got along, the less likely that violence would break out. And I was all for no violence.
“Well, that was fun,” Brand said.
We chatted a bit longer. He filled me in on stuff going on at the shop and I talked a little bit about the Ingram and Ky stuff, making sure to leave off any of the stuff that veered into romantic-ish territory on the Ky side of it.
I headed home happy. The night was just what I had needed and I seriously had to make more time for Brand. I knew things were different for both of us now—mostly because he had Cami to keep him happy and entertained—but that didn’t mean our friendship had to fade away into the background.
