“What’s that building?” she asked, pointing to another weathered building behind the bar.

“The Dark Knights’ clubhouse. They meet there Monday nights.”

“If you’re so close to the Whiskeys, why aren’t you a member of the motorcycle club?”

“It would be an honor to become one eventually, but membership requires a big commitment. Between school, work, Kennedy and Lincoln, and a few other commitments, including a certain new woman in my life, I have enough on my plate. Tru isn’t a member, either; neither is Jace or my buddy Scott, who you’ll meet tonight.” He put his arm around her as they made their way to the front.

“Will Tru and Gemma be here with the kids?”

“Definitely.” He scanned the crowd, looking for his brother. Dixie was standing by a registration table with Crystal and Finlay, Bullet’s very pregnant wife. He spotted Truman talking with Jed and Bear and said, “There’s Tru,” as they headed over. “Nervous?”

“A little.”

He pulled her closer and kissed her cheek. “I’ve got you, babe. We’re going to have a great time.”

“There’s the big man,” Bear said as they approached, giving Quincy an approving nod.

“I think you mean the best man,” Jed said. He looked more like Quincy’s biological brother than Truman did, with dirty-blond hair, a short beard, and blue eyes. “How’s it going, bro?”

“Do you really have to ask?” Truman winked at Roni and said, “Hey there, Roni. Good to see you.”

Roni said, “Hi.”

“Roni, these are my buddies Bear Whiskey and Jed Moon. They work at Whiskey Automotive with Tru, and Bear is married to Jed’s younger sister, Crystal.”

Jed said, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“You too,” she said sweetly.

“We’ve been watching this dude draw hearts around your name for months,” Bear teased.

“Jackass,” Quincy said with a laugh.

“Actually, Bear, I’m glad to hear that,” Roni said, her eyes finding Quincy’s. “Because I’ve been doodling his name, too.”

Jed and Truman chuckled.

Damn, that felt good. “That’s it, babe. Claim your man.” Quincy kissed her cheek, earning an adorable blush.

“First she’s got to find a man,” Bear joked.

Quincy lunged toward him, and Bear stumbled back, nearly running right into his mother as she came through the crowd cradling baby Axel in her arms. Wren “Red” Whiskey looked like a younger Sharon Osbourne, with short red hair and wise eyes. As usual, she was dressed in black, from her leather jacket right down to her jeans and boots. Red was tough, as any biker’s wife had to be, but she was also warm and loving and more of a mother to Quincy than his own mother had ever been.

“Careful there, big boy,” Red said as she joined them. “I’ve got precious cargo.”

“Sorry, Mom.” Bear reached for Axel.

“Aw. Is that your baby?” Roni asked, leaning closer to get a better look.

“Sure is. This is my little man, Axel,” Bear said.

“He’s adorable. I love babies.” Roni wiggled the baby’s bootie-covered foot and said, “Hello there, Axel. You are precious, aren’t you?”