Then who was the girl that Asher was looking at?
Then it hit me. That must be his daughter’s best friend… oh shit.
But that wasn’t the oh shit moment, well it was, but not entirely.
The man that had sat down beside the girl reached over and moved a stray of her hair that had come loose from her bun, back behind her ear.
Well, that’s what it looked like he was in the process of… until she pulled her head away from him.
The man at our sides stood then, slammed his beer on the table to storm over there.
“Where is the popcorn when you need it?” I asked the girls that had joined me about half an hour ago.
Lil looked up from her chips and salsa and asked, “What?”
June nodded, “You are so right.”
“Hot baby Jesus.” Harlow breathed out.
Michelle and Mackenzie both said at the same time, “We need Twizzlers for this, too.”
“Get. The. Fuck. Up.” Each word that came out of Asher’s mouth was with a growl.
We all sat there watching this unfold, and the stupid idiot crossed his arms over his chest and literally said, “Last time I checked, you ain’t a member of this club. Means you can’t tell me to fucking move.”
“Last time I checked, boy? The last motherfucker that spoke to me like that had the opportunity to find out why I used to be known as Breaker.”
Apparently, none of the women at our table knew that answer. Oh, but the men sure did.
In fact, a few of them went over there and moved the younger man away from the girls. “This is bullshit. I saw her first.” The boy was yelling at him.
We couldn’t hear what was said, but apparently, Asher got his point across when the young man’s eyes widened and his face paled.
The moment Asher stepped back, the younger man bolted out of the clubhouse like his ass was on fire.
I watched as the younger girl stepped away from them, walked to a cooler, grabbed a beer, then walked back to the man and handed it to him.
I looked at the ole’ ladies, as we all shared a knowing look.
Asher was claiming that girl, one way or another.
That was when I felt his mouth caress the side of my neck. Gage asked, “Ready to get our girl home?”
I nodded then as a family of three, even without the papers for it, we loaded up into my car that a prospect had brought to the club and headed home.