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“Always good to see you.” Remy gestures to the plate. “Sorry I don’t have more available at this hour.”
“This is fine,” Teller assures him.
When his buddy doesn’t drop dead, Jigsaw must determine the chicken wings are safe and digs in.
I sit back and wait. Is there some other reason for their visit tonight? Or is it a sign from the universe?
“Teller.” I wait until I have his attention. “Your wife’s a lawyer, right? Does she do wills and stuff like that?”
“Well,” Teller says slowly, picking up a napkin and wiping his hands.
“Charlotte’s busy with the two tiny humans she popped out, so probably not,” Jigsaw answers.
Teller scowls in his MC brother’s direction. “She’s still on maternity leave from her law firm, yes.”
“Oh, shit. Congrats,” I say, feeling stupid. I saw Charlotte not that long ago and she looked like she was about to pop any second. “That must be keeping you busy.”
The corners of his mouth turn up. “It’s chaos, but we’re loving it.” The smile slides off his face. “Charlotte can’t meet with you, but my step, uh, my president’s wife can probably get it done. If not, she can recommend someone.”
“The fuck you need a will for anyway?” Jigsaw runs his scary gaze over me. “What are you, fifteen? Need someone to leave your collection of Hot Wheels to?”
Next to me, Remy rumbles an annoyed sound. I kick my heel into his leg under the table.
“Thanks, Jiggy.” I pat my cheeks. “Guess that new moisturizer is working wonders and I’m aging backward.”
Teller snorts. Jigsaw’s mouth even twitches.
“Seriously,” I continue, “don’t know if Dex mentioned it but I’m going to be on this reality show. They producers suggested I have a will drawn up.” I shift my gaze to Jigsaw. “I don’t have much, but what I do have I don’t want my mother gettin’ her hands on.”
Jigsaw stares at me for a few seconds, then nods. “I get that.”
“Reality show?” Teller’s forehead wrinkles in disbelief. “You fuckin’ serious? What’re you gonna do? Prance around an island in a Speedo handing out roses?”
Remy ducks his head and cough-laughs.
“No.” I lift my fists in the air. “It’s supposed to be a competition for underground fighters. Who can battle it out to the final round.”
Both Lost Kings stare at me for so long, I put my hands back down on the table and shrug. “There’s a big cash prize if I make it to the end.” I hold up one hand. “Dex already warned me not to mention the MC.”
“How’s it ‘underground’ if it’s gonna be on TV?” Jigsaw asks.
I shrug again. “Chance to go pro.”
Teller takes a sip of his drink. “You two know where the clubhouse is. Come up Sunday for family dinner night. I’ll set things up with Hope for you, Griff.”
“You sure she won’t mind?” Last thing I want to do is piss off the wife of the MC’s president. That guy makes Jigsaw seem cuddly.
“Nah.” He waves a dismissive hand through the air. “She likes you for some reason.”
Stunned, I sit back. Is he fucking with me? “She’s only met me a couple of times.”
“Don’t get your meat wrench fully torqued,” Jigsaw warns. “Hope likes you in the same way most kind-hearted ladies like stray puppies is all he meant.”
I roll my eyes. “Thanks.”
“I think you remind her of Murphy.” Teller laughs. “He’s her favorite son.”
Jigsaw squints at him. “Nah, I think that’s you.”
