Remy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 4)

That was fair.

What with the other three founding members already shacked up, the parties had sort of ground to a halt. I guess, all things considered, it was now my job to arrange that kind of shit. Or, at least, approve that kind of thing.

“I’ll check with Huck, but I’m sure he won’t give a shit. We should have a party on Friday. We’re in a period of peace, so we don’t need to be living like monks.”

I would just move the animals for the night.

I never really gave a second thought to it until at our last party, I caught someone trying to give my parrot a sip of beer. And that was after the time I saw the tortoise all covered in stickers.

Overall, that was kind of harmless.

But drunk people and exotic animals just didn’t mix.

“Yo… guys, you all are up too early,” Eddie grumbled as he came in the back door with grocery bags hanging from his wrists. “I was going to make something special,” he added, shaking his head.

“You can still make it,” Alaric said, brightening.

Because, apparently, after spending years dancing nearly naked and, therefore, needing to be really careful of what he put in his body, and how much time he spent at the gym, he was really enjoying indulging in the food Eddie was happy to provide.

“I’m gonna still make it, but it won’t be a surprise this way,” he informed us as he started to pull items out of the bag.

“What are you making?” Alaric asked.

“Saw something online. Some guy gutted bagels and baked eggs with cheese and bacon into the bagel shell. It looked good. We are trying it out.”

We were forever trying out some recipe he saw online or on some cooking show.

Having Eddie as a hangabout was like having a live-in chef. None of us was complaining about it.

“So what…” Donovan started, only to trail off when Seeley came in the door, looking rough. Face scraped up, lip split, with a bruise on his jaw. “The fuck?” Donovan asked.

To that, Seeley shrugged.

“A misunderstanding with a friend,” Seeley informed him.

“That’s the way your friends treat you, man, I would hate to see what your enemies do,” Eddie said.

“It’s nothing,” Seeley insisted, but something in his eyes told me it wasn’t. Which meant I was going to need to press him. Or hand it off to Huck or McCoy who were better at that kind of shit than I was. “Who was the redhead I saw you with last night?” he asked, jerking his chin at me.

“Was that the dirty chick?” Alaric asked.

“Dirty chick?” Eddie asked, smirking.

“Not the good kind of dirty,” Alaric informed him.

“No, that wasn’t her,” I said, even though it would have made my life easier if I’d told them that it was.

“What’d you find her dog for her or something?” Seeley pressed, making everyone’s gazes slide in my direction, knowing chicks with pets were where it was at for me.

Even if I didn’t do serious when it came to women, the way I saw it, having pets and treating them well said a lot about you. And those were the kinds of women I would be comfortable having around all of my animals.

“No. That was her dog. Though I did inform her that I think she was pregnant.”

“Wait, man, the girl or the dog?” Eddie asked, getting a chuckle out of me.

“The dog.”

“Oh, man,” Alaric said, shaking his head. “And then did you give her a forty-five-minute lecture about her responsibility to fix her pets?”