Page 64 of Love Notes and Late Nights
Wolf tapped on his phone while Cathy recited her number. “Got it. We’ll see you gals later.”
“Good. Call me. Don’t forget.”
They watched Cathy walk away, and Wolf gave her a little wave when she turned around for a last glance.
“I can’t believe you were flirting with her!” Harris said, the laughter finally spilling out of him.
“I wasn’t flirting with her. Snake was.”
“Why do you get a rad name like Snake, and I’m John?”
“The only other name I could think of was Spider, and that sounded stupid. Snake and Spider.”
“You’re right. And what the hell? Embrace the Fate. Grindstone. And she didn’t mention Wolf Pack at all.”
“I know. She’s obviously not a fan. I’m glad I only fake put her number in my phone.” Wolf grinned.
“Do you want to walk around some more or head back?”
“Let’s head back. I walked around enough in the sun today.”
When they got back to the RVs, Ethan and Tyler and Marshall and Amy were sitting in a circle under a pop-up tent.
As soon as Marshall saw them approaching, he sat up taller, tapped Ethan on the arm with the back of his hand, pointed, and said something that Harris couldn’t hear.
Ethan smiled. “It’s Wolf and Harris.”
Marshall and Amy stared intently, neither saying a word.
“It’s us!” Harris called and waved but they still sat unmoving.
Marshall stood up and stared, hands on his hips, gaze shifting to security standing at attention nearby. It wasn’t until they were only a few feet apart and Wolf started talking that Marshall recognized them and relaxed. “Oh my God. You look totally different! I was about to tell security to call for back up.”
“We walked around the festival,” Harris replied. “No one suspected anything.”
“Great job.” Marshall told Tyler.
“Thanks,” Tyler replied. “Let me know if you want a disguise. I’ve got a lot of goodies in my arsenal.”
“Did you have a good time at the festival?” Amy asked.
“We had a great time,” Harris replied and shared a smile with Wolf. “We got invited to a party by a bunch of real bikers in a bike club, and Wolf got hit on by this hot chick.”
“Oooh,how intriguing!” Tyler exclaimed and leaned forward intently. “Tell me more. Are you going to the party? Did the girl give you her number?”
“No. And yes,” Wolf replied.
“Why aren’t you going to the party? It’s a biker party. I bet it’s going to be wild.” Tyler jumped to his feet. “I have an idea! We can all get dressed up like bikers and go.”
“Yeah,” Ethan joked. “That’s just what a bike club wants—a group of unknown bikers crashing their party. We could get into a turf war.”
“They did say we could bring our buddies,” Wolf chimed in. “And they were very friendly. They said there was plenty of alcohol and food.”
“See?” Tyler spun around and faced Ethan, his arms spread wide and emanating with eagerness. “We’re all invited! Let’s go.”
Ethan grabbed one of Tyler’s outstretched hands and pulled him into his lap. “You’re not going anywhere near a group of bikers. You’re staying right here.”
“Well . . .” Tyler pretended to think about it. “Given the choice, you or a biker party, I think I’ll choose you, rock star.”
