“Did you happen to see me talking to Danny?”
“I saw you talking to a lot of people.”
“I wasn’t asking about all of them… just Danny.”
“Yeah, I saw you talking to him.”
“And?”
I glared at him for a moment, and when he didn’t respond, I asked, “Did you say something to him?”
“Not sure what you mean.”
“Did you say something to him?” I repeated.
“I might’ve told him to walk away, or I’d stuff his balls down his throat.”
“You didn’t!”
“He was trying to get in your pants.”
“He was being nice.” He gave me one of his looks. “I knew something happened to turn him so cold. I just had no clue it was you.”
“He was trying to take what was mine.”
“Yours, huh?”
“I didn’t stutter.”
“Well, if that’s how you feel...” I shifted in my seat so I was facing him as I asked, “How do you see things working out with Dalton and me? Or do you even want to try?”
“Of course, I want to try. Hell, I’ve wanted it all along.” His brows furrowed. “The how and when will depend on you.”
Dread washed over me as I asked, “How so?”
He kept his voice calm and steady as he explained, “I know you have your life here. I don’t know what that all entails, but I want to be a part of it. I want to be with you both as much as possible.”
“I’d like that.”
“Good, ‘cause I mean it when I say I want to be with you as much as I can. And I want Dalton to spend some time with my folks, if that’s okay.”
“It would be more than okay.”
“And down the road, I’d like him to come to the clubhouse and meet the brothers.”
“Oh, he’d definitely love that.” I giggled as I told him, “He thinks you biker guys are the coolest.”
“There have been a lot of changes since you’ve been around. Dad stepped down as president, and Guardrail gave up VP. Hell, even Stitch decided to step down.”
“I can’t believe that. I thought Cotton would be president forever.”
“We all did, at least to some extent, but I think the brothers did well when they voted in their replacements.”
“Oh? And who was that?”
“Maverick is president, and I’m the new VP.”
“Wow, Malcomb. That’s amazing. I know you must be proud.”