“Definitely,” Evelyn replies, sliding on a pair of sunglasses. “Give us some tunes, Lola.”
“I’m on it.”
We fly down the highway, and I feel like I just found my girl gang.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Keno—
I watch the girls pull out, then turn to find Shack standing on the porch, smoking a cigarette.
Moving up the steps, I stop next to him.
He lifts a chin to the disappearing car.
“She means something to you. Don’t deny it.”
“Yeah. She does.”
“You’re happy. It’s good to see you this way.” He jerks his chin toward the clubhouse. “Rock wants to see you. He’s waiting in his office.”
“You know what that’s about?” I ask.
“No clue. You?”
I shake my head.
Shack takes a drag off his cigarette, studying me. “He asks us to stay, what are you going to say?”
“You don’t know that’s what this is about.”
“Nope. Just wondered if that’s what you want.”
“I’ve been a nomad for a lot of years,” I say, shoving my hands in my pockets.
“Me, too.” He studies the highway, watching a logging truck roll past. “But it gets old. Sometimes I think stayin’ in one place could have its appeal.” He drops his cigarette and grinds it under his boot. “Better not keep the man waiting.”
“Yeah.” I turn and head inside. Most of the guys have moved to the bar. I take the hall back to his office and tap on the door.
“Come in,” Rock calls.
When I walk in, he’s at his desk, and Darko is sitting across from him.
Rock lifts his chin. “Have a seat, Keno.”
I slip into the chair next to his VP.
“You have a good time last night?” Rock asks.
“Yeah, I did. Thanks.”
He grins. “Evelyn told me she gave Maggie the key to our room.”
“She did.”
“I take it from the unmade bed in there, you used it.”
“We did. Thanks.”