Logan places his hands over his ears. “I’m not hearin’ this.”
“Which girls?” Brew grumps, suddenly interested.
Nova sighs like we’re all boring her. “The single ones, duh.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Haze mutters. “How did we get here?”
“In any case,” she goes on. “He works for you now, apparently, so nobody in the club is good enough for me, and nobody who works for you is, either?”
I know I’ll never be good enough, that’s not even a question.
“She’s startin’ to grasp it now.” Brew smiles. “That only took you a year to figure out.”
“Listen, sweet cheeks,” Haze begins. “You know we’re overly protective because of, well,stuffthat’s happened in the past. We only want what’s best for you, and trust me, Chains ain’t it. Just hold out for someone with a little more…substance.”
She huffs. “Fine. I’m just gonna stay single forever then with you lot on the case.”
“Good plan.” Logan claps his hands together. “Now let’s get back to?—”
“First, you’d have to find someone who was as smart as you,” I say. “Otherwise you’d have nothin’ to talk about. Then there are the funny stakes. Nobody has your quick wit or skill with one-liner comebacks, so they’d probably just be starin’ blankly at you like a goldfish.”
“Kiss ass,” Brew mutters.
“What I’m gettin’ at is the boys are right, nobody is ever gonna be good enough for you. Just gotta learn to live with it, Princess.”
Our eyes finally meet, then she narrows them. “Should I delete my Tinder app then?”
“You have Tinder?” I blurt in a knee-jerk reaction.
“Delete that app,” Haze says. “Only weirdos go on there lookin’ for pussy. Don’t believe anythin’ they say.”
“I fuckin’ hate technology,” Logan mutters.
“It’s no wonder I’m single with all of you guys ready to throw down for me,” she sighs. “It’s sweet and all, but I’m probably gonna remain a serial spinster for the rest of time no thanks to all of you scaring everyone away.”
“If you wanna go get a couple of cats and really look the part, Luna has some rescues down at Faux Paws.” I smile.
Luna is Tag’s ol’ lady, the Sergeant at Arms. He’s grumpier than Brew, and dislikes everyone except his woman. Tag and Harlem, the club’s Enforcer, are best friends and keep the club members in order.
She crinkles her nose at the idea. “Acatlady?”
“What’s wrong with bein’ a cat lady?”
“It’s fine if you live in a shoe!”
“What do you have against cats?” Logan says.
“Ugh, nothing. I love cats,” she says, shooting me a look. “Hilarious.”
I pout. “You’re the one who said about bein’ a spinster. Thought you might like some company.”
“Are we ever gonna get this meetin’ back on track?” Logan asks, checking his watch. “Time is money, people.”
“Don’t blame me,” Nova says. “It’s all of you guys getting off topic with dumb shit like hussies, burying people out in the desert or throwin’ them in the bayou, and rescue cats. By the way, am I meant to be writing any of this down?”
“As long as you get the bit in writing about your pay rise,” I point out.
Her lips twitch. “Ooh, does that come into effect immediately?” she asks, her eyes lighting up. “Because it’s Manny’s birthday this weekend, and I need some extra shopping money to get a cute outfit.”