Page 27 of Empower

And I thought of that, as I stared at her picture, my eyes grew heavy.

And for the first time in over a fucking decade I got more than four hours of sleep, I got five.

I would take that.

Fuck yeah, I would take that.

***

It was finally Friday. We had planned this barbeque four weeks ago, and we planned it around everyone’s schedule.

The tattoo parlor was closed, the garage was closed, and the girls needed a break because they had both been balls to the wall ever since they had graduated.

Porter and Cason had gotten up around dawn to get the meat ready and into the smoker so it would be ready for this afternoon.

The club girls who cooked were in the kitchen getting things ready, and the club girls who couldn’t cook were making sure things were cleaned up, and the fucking bathroom was stocked.

Two of the prospects were setting up the bar outside.

I wasn’t going to lie, I kept checking my watch wondering when she would show up.

Just as I lifted my head, Raine walked into the clubhouse around one with Tank trailing behind her carrying a purple tote bag.

“That Color looks good on you,” Cason pipped up.

“Man, it really brings out your eyes,” Hippie called out.

Tank rolled his eyes and then gave them both the finger, while calling over his shoulder, “I love being pussy whipped. Eat shit and die.”

Everyone scoffed at him. But I was happy for my girl and the man she had.

Raine came to me as Tank headed to the kitchen, she leaned down, and pressed a kiss on my cheek, “Hey, Daddy.”

“Hey, baby. Where’s your sidekick?” I wasn’t going to question why I asked her that.

She lifted her brow, “Umm, do you need glasses or something? He just walked in here with that purple tote bag.”

I stared at her.

Her eyes finally caught on to who I was really asking about, and then I watched as a slow smile spread across her face, “She’s almost here. She had to let the dish she made sit up for an hour.”

I nodded.

A little while later people started to show up.

And a couple made an appearance, a couple that couldn’t go five minutes without making out.

The boys loved it.

Who didn’t love girl-on-girl action?

But not this guy.

It did nothing for me.

Which was why instead of watching the two of them, I was checking my watch a-fucking-gain. Raine had said she was almost here.

That meant in the next five to ten minutes. Not fucking thirty minutes.