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“Yep.”

“It is her,” he snapped back, half shouting. “I fucking knew it.”

“Well, you don’t have to advertise it to the whole neighborhood, you fuckin’ dip-shit,” I whispered.

He glanced at Kimberly, and then shook his head lightly. “She’s got some big fucking titties, that’s for sure.” He shifted his eyes to me. “You play with those big fuckers when she’s slobbering on your dick?”

“I’m not going to warn you again.” I lowered my beer and gave him a stern glare. “You need to give it a rest.” I waved my hand toward the house. “Have Goose make you a cup of coffee.”

The men were respectful regarding Andy, because each of them knew she was Baker’s Ol’ Lady. I suspected they saw Kimberly differently. Considering my past when it came to relationships, it was hard to fault them for forming their opinions.

Nonetheless, Reno was pushing his luck.

He shrugged. “I was just saying the obvious--”

“She’s got pretty teeth,” Ghost interrupted. “They’re straight as fuck. Must have had some good dental insurance as a kid.”

“She’s got nice flowers, too,” Goose said. “Third house from the end when you’re leaving. Have a look for yourself.”

Baker chuckled. “Only you would appreciate her flowers, Brother Goose.”

“Easy to appreciate,” Goose said. “She takes care of them.”

Reno’s eyes remained fixed on Kimberly. “She must work out, too. Her legs look like--”

The back of Ghost’s hand slapped against Reno’s bicep with a thwack!

“God damn,” Reno stammered. “What the fuck was that for?”

Ghost arched an eyebrow. “She’s Brother Cash’s Ol’ Lady. Be respectful.”

Reno looked at me. “Is she your Ol’ Lady, or is she just some chick that swallows your dick?”

I didn’t know how to answer, so I took a drink of my beer instead of responding. After downing half the bottle, I still didn’t know, so I drank the other half.

I lowered the bottle and belched. “Let’s say, for the sake of this conversation, that she’s my Ol’ Lady. There ain’t nothing official that’s been decided, but I’m tired of you looking at her like you want to see her naked.”

He folded his arms over his chest. “So, she ain’t your Ol’ Lady?”

I crossed my arms in a mimicking fashion. “Define Ol’ Lady.”

“Ol’ Lady, motherfucker. An Ol’ Lady is an Ol’ Lady. Are you claiming her, or is she free game?”

“She ain’t free fuckin’ game,” I hissed. “I can tell you that much.”

“Then she’s your Ol’ Lady.” He lowered his arms. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

I looked at Baker.

He shrugged. “He’s right. If she’s not free game, she’s your Ol’ Lady.”

I turned toward Tito. “Damn, son. You’re being quiet. Oh, wait.” I chuckled as I slapped my hand against his arm. “You can’t talk, can ya? Or eat barbeque. Maybe Goose’ll make you a smoothie. How’s that coming along, anyway?”

He nodded.

“Saw you over at the neighbor’s house last night,” I said. “You poke that shit yet, Brother?”

He glared.