Page 45 of Walker

She smiles back at me. “You are too.” She pulls me into a hug, her man following right beside her. “This is Wilder, my husband and ole man.”

“It's so nice to meet you too.” I shake his hand and we start small talk as Lynn comes up and joins us: she is a sweetheart.

I was honestly scared to even meet her, afraid that she wouldn’t like me because let’s be honest, I’m closer to her in age than Walker.

“I think I want a beer, do any of you?” I ask the girls; I peek over at my guys to see them deep in conversation with the other men. “Sure, I would take one!” Joslyn says.

I walk to the bar. I slide in a bar top table. “What can I get you?”

“I want two Coronas with lime please,” I order.

I smile over at Darren when I notice him looking at me. I rub my legs together thinking of what we did last night.

His eyes glide down my legs, watching me squirm. A smirk slides over his lips, before taking a drink of his beer. “Here you are.” The bartender slides the beers in front of me and I take them from him walking back to Joslyn, ignoring the heated eyes on my back.

“Girl, the way they look at you,” Lynn sighs and takes a long drink of her beer, staring at them.

I think back to what we did last night, my face burning. “I’m obsessed with them,” I admit.

Joslyn smiles happily. “I’m so glad my dad is happy, he deserves that.”

I put my hand on her forearm, squeezing slightly. “He makes me happy too.”

Lynn smiles at me over her beer. “Tristan makes me so happy, I never dreamed that I could experience this.”

The door to the bar opens and Etta, Lynn’s sister, walks in. Konrad walks over and meets her. “You were supposed to text me when you got here,” he tells her, kissing her cheek.

Lynn and Etta both have had a hard life; they grew up in a cult, a sadistic one. Most would have turned in the wrong direction, but not them. Lynn is a therapist and Etta helps girls escape from that life.

The door opens once again and Shaylin walks in with Butcher at her back. She spots us girls and walks to us. “Hi ladies.” She hugs all of us, sitting down next to me.

“I think we should have a huge vacation, both MCs, we’ve never done that before,” she suggests.

Joslyn smiles widely. “I think that is a fantastic idea. It would be a great way for all of our kids to get together.”

At the mention of kids, my stomach twists in knots at the guy’s admission last night. They had it planned, I laugh to myself.

“Have you guys ever been to Knoxville, Tennessee? They have huge cabins and it’s so beautiful during the fall and winter.”

Lynn’s eyes light up. “Oh my God, they have this huge swinging bridge, and the lights are so beautiful.”

Someone puts their hand on my back, and I jump, startled not expecting someone to be touching me. I turn around and come face to face with Charles, the guy who I went to prom with all those years ago. “Summer, is that you?” He eyes my cut that I’m wearing.

I sneak a look over at Walker and Darren and they’re already on their way over here. “Hi, Charles, it’s been a long time,” I say, uneasy when his eyes glue to my breasts. He smiles at me. “Wow you have really grown up into a beautiful woman, Summer. I have been meaning to hit you up for a long time.”

I cringe. I was so stupid back then when he asked me and I was too nice to say no. “Thanks, Charles.”

Walker and Darren move to either side of me, staring down Charles. “The name’s Charles,” he tells Walker and Darren trying to sound tough.

They look at each other and smile. Walker lifts his hand out for Charles to shake. “I’ve been looking for you,” Walker tells Charles as he puts his hand in Walker’s.

Charles tries to pull his hand back, but Walker doesn’t let him. “Why have you been looking for me?” he asks uneasily.

“It seems that you kissed my woman here.”

I cover my face with my hands trying not to laugh at their ridiculousness. Shaylin on the other hand is full out manically laughing.

“Look man, it was a long time ago. I didn’t mean to make her throw up.” I peek out between my fingers and they are looking at me in shock because I left out that tidbit.