Page 33 of Bonita Brynne
Dad and Tina saw us enter first. One by one, heads turned our way. A couple of kittens whispered in the corner.
Tina rushed over. “I’m so glad you’re both safe.” She hugged us at the same time. “Ignore the ones who don’t approve.”
“Thank you, Mom. How are you?” Brynne asked.
“Honey, I’m just fine. Of course Raul wants to go back and raise hell in Montana for arresting us.” Tina rolled her eyes. “Have you met Valerie yet?”
“No, we were waiting for you and Dad,” I replied. Speaking of my dad…
He stalked toward us with a displeased expression. “Track. Brynne. You look cozy.”
“Raul, I warned you.” Tina shot him a look.
“We’re more than cozy. Get used to it,” I told him in a low voice.
His gaze went to Brynne’s left hand as if he sensed my mom’s presence. “Christ.”
“Should we get down to business?” Storm asked.
“Not yet,” Tina replied. “I want to spend a little time with my daughter and take her to meet Valerie.”
Storm cut his eyes at me. “They haven’t met?”
“No. Maddox said not until today.”
“He doesn’t make the call,” Storm growled.
“You might want to inform the future president of that, but I doubt he’ll listen.” I smirked at my best friend. Maddox was a Knight through and through, much like his dad and cousin, Storm—hardheaded and domineering. “And just a heads up, I’m claiming Brynne tonight.”
Storm’s dark eyebrows shot up.
“We haven’t even discussed shit yet,” my old man hissed.
“You don’t get a say in this.”
“Joseph, not here,” Brynne whispered.
“Raul, let’s go see Valerie.” Tina nudged him out of the bar.
“Church at noon,” Storm shouted.
“We’ll be there.” I threw up my hand.
“Missed you last night, Track,” a female voice said. Goddammit, I nearly lost control and slapped the kitten.
Brynne stumbled over her feet and bumped into Tina. “Sorry, Mom.”
“It’s okay.” Tina glared at Becca, who had purple hair instead of pink like the last time I’d seen her. The chick beside Becca was sending off strong fuck-me vibes. Not cool.
I was never with Becca. What the fuck kind of trouble was she starting? And why?
“Brynne doesn’t need this drama,” my old man muttered and left, holding Tina’s hand, not letting her get involved.
Hell, I wasn’t sure what to say without causing a scene.
“What about tonight, Track, baby? My girl here, and I would like to welcome you back in all-you-can-eat kitten style.
Several of my brothers hung back and watched with their old ladies.