Joker could say nothing. Taking in the look on Tack’s face, gratification, pride, respect, feeling all Tack just gave him, his mind couldn’t bring up words.

Luckily, at this juncture, Cherry butted in.

“After Cut turned up the oven when I was cooking brownies and incinerated them and the pan they were in, I’ve decided I don’t want another child, because I may not cook often but my husband’s good at it and I like shoes, not to have to buy new kitchen items every other week. In other words, since we have our hands full, I’m pushing Shy to get his shit together so he and Tab can essentially give me a baby by having their own. That way, their kid can incinerate brownies and I get to laugh but my pans are safe.”

Tack let Joker go to turn to his wife and the look he’d been giving Joker was gone.

Completely.

Now he looked sick.

“Do not say that shit to me again,” he ordered.

“What shit?” Cherry asked, looking confused.

“Talkin’ to me about my baby girl pushin’ out a kid.”

“Tack, she’s gonna do it,” Cherry pointed out.

“Yeah, she is, and I’ll have to deal with it when she does. But I do not fuckin’ gotta talk about it before it happens,” Tack growled.

Cherry smiled huge at him.

Tack turned his pissed off mug Joker’s way and said tersely, “Proud a’ you, brother. This is gonna be huge for Ride. We had attention, not on this scale. You got us that with your talent. We knew it the minute we saw your drawings that you had it in you to make them real. Your builds are outstanding, Joke, and I’m fuckin’ thrilled they’re gonna get the attention they deserve.”

After that, with a scowl at his woman, he turned and stormed out of the office.

Joker stood unmoving, staring at the door.

“They are,” Cherry said quietly, and Joker forced his eyes to her. “They are and you are.” She went on. “I’ve seen a lot of cars and bikes come out of this garage, Joker, and they’ve always been spectacular. But your stuff is beyond the beyond.”

He didn’t know what to do with that or all it made him feel on top of all Tack made him feel, so he just said, “Thanks.”

“You giving Ride this, you’re doing a lot for your brothers,” she went on. “Tack does the books, and since you started your builds, income from the garage has risen twenty-seven percent. We always had a waiting list for clients but that was usually six months out. Now it’s over a year, so that goodness isn’t going to stop, and I suspect that Tack’s going to bring garage expansion to the Club table to be discussed soon before that gets out of hand. And that expansion is all about you.”

Joker’s throat suddenly felt scratchy.