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approach my brother and Dom.
    Gemini and Domino take the booth at the very back of the Roadhouse. It’s in the darkest, most private corner, and they always sit in the same spot every time. Sometimes I wonder what they could possibly talk about, but most of the time, I just don’t want to know. Co-presidents, they’ve been friends since grade school and founded the club after serving a stint in Iraq together. Gem never tells me the reason as to why he insists everything in the Butchers is in pairs, but I’m sure there’s a reason. My brother has lots of secrets.
    Of course, he’s not the only one in the family like that. It’s just that mine tend to rear their ugly heads.
    Solo steers me toward my older brother’s table, and I see Gem seated in his usual spot, his dark blond hair slightly mussed. He looks sleepy. Must have been a wild night. Dom looks tired too, but he grins at the sight of me. He seems a little twitchy this morning. “Hey, baby girl.”
    “Hey Dom,” I tell him.
    My brother’s never been as gregarious as his buddy. Dom usually hugs me as a greeting, and he acts more like my big brother than Gem does. But Gem? He tilts his head and studies me, and then crooks a finger, indicating that I should approach him. I do, and realize that I must be in deeper shit than I anticipated if neither Dom nor Gem is getting up to hug me or check that I’m okay.
    I approach and Gem puts an arm out and gives me an awkward, sideways hug. “You good, Lucky?” Even though he’s not getting up, his eyes are full of concern for me.
    I nod. “I’m good. Solo saved my ass.”
    He nods and looks over at Solo. “Thanks for taking care of my sister.”
    “It’s nothing.” He crosses his arms and looks like he wants to say more, but remains silent.
    Things are quiet for a long moment, and I frown, glancing back and forth between the men. Gem and Solo are staring at each other, and I can’t read anyone’s faces. My brother’s arm is still loosely around my waist, but no one’s speaking. Only Dom has that shit-eating grin on his handsome face. “Someone going to talk to me? Anyone?”
    I look at Dom and his nostrils flare. His forehead seems a little shiny with sweat. Is he on something? I’ve never known Dom to take drugs. I look over at my brother, and to my surprise, he tilts his head back against the wooden booth and groans.
    And then I hear a very feminine giggle come from under the table.
    “Oh, fucking gross!” I yelp. “You have sweetbutt under there?” I scurry backward and out of my brother’s grasp. Ew, ew, ew. My brother’s getting a blowie while talking to me? Not that I haven’t seen worse in the Roadhouse before, but does it have to happen while I’m three feet away?
    “Not sweetbutt,” Dom says, and that wild grin’s still on his face. I notice he’s not getting up either. “I’d introduce you to Kitty, but she’s got her mouth full at the moment.”
    “Ugh,” I tell him. Mouth and hands, I’d guess, since neither one of them is leaving the table.
    Solo snorts with amusement. “I see you two had a good night.”
    My brother just closes his eyes, a lazy smile on his face. “Great night,” he says. “We’re keeping Kitty, by the way.”
    Well, that’s new. Dom and Gem usually love them and leave them. Kitty must be creative as fuck. “Greaat. As much as I’d love to meet the new old lady in law, can we talk about my problem so I can head to work?”
    Gem opens his eyes and he frowns. “You’re not working this week.”
    “What? Why not?”
    “Cause I think we’ve got a snitch,” Gem says to me.
    “Snitches are bitches,” chimes in the voice from under the table.
    I roll my eyes, but both prez just laugh like it’s adorable. God, she must be an incredible lay, then. I’ll try not to hate her if she makes my too-serious brother smile. Gem needs more things to smile about in his life, and if this Kitty girl can bring him to his happy place, I’ll fucking love the hell