Frost smirked. “I’ll try.”
We all knew by the time Meg came back from vacation that Frost was going to have everything fucked up.
King tipped his head to the side, and his eyes connected with mine. “Guess you’ll get your wish of pretending to be president.”
I didn’t want to pretend. I wanted it to be true. “No one is pretending around here.”
Dad chuckled. “Such a cocky kid.”
“Wonder where he got that from?” King muttered.
Rigid ran his fingers through his blue mohawk. “No clue. Must be his mom.”
I rolled my eyes. Dad was one of the cockiest sitting around this table, but he was also one of the most loyal people you would ever meet. Every guy sitting around this table was loyal to a fault.
King leaned forward and grabbed the gavel. “You’re getting your wish, Hero. The club is in your hands while we’re all gone. If you manage to not burn down the clubhouse while we’re away, maybe I’ll be able to take a few more vacations before I get too old to enjoy them.” He slammed the gavel on the table. “Meeting over. Let’s go on vacation, assholes.”
The older members of the club filed out, laughing and talking about loading up the RV.
“This shit really happening?” Pie asked.
We all stared at the empty chairs on the opposite end of the table.
Frost shifted next to me and pinched my arm.
“What the fuck, brah?” I grumbled.
“Just seeing if we were dreaming.” He shrugged and sat back in his chair.
“Next time, pinch yourself, dumbass.” I growled. I rubbed my arm and resisted the urge to punch Frost in the face.
“How long are they gone for?” Zag asked.
“Six weeks for sure. Maybe longer.”
I whistled low. Holy fuck. “You know what they say, right?” A smile spread across my lips. “When the cats are away, the mice will play.”
King and all the older members were going to be gone. It was time for the next generation of Knights to take over.
At least for six weeks.
*
Chapter Three
Reva
“What in the heck is going on? I couldn’t even get in the driveway.”
I looked up from the Aussie I was bathing. “Uh, what?” I had been in the grooming zone and hadn’t even noticed Pam walk in with Mikey on his leash.
“Honey, there is a huge monstrosity blocking the whole damn road!” Pam exclaimed.
What the hell is she talking about? I tethered Oscar to the wash tub and hung up the sprayer. “I’ll be right back, big man.” Thankfully, Oscar actually liked his bath time and just sat down. “Good boy,” I muttered.
I wiped my hands on the towel on the counter and moved around the front desk to where Pam had her nose pressed to the glass of the front door. I squeezed in next to her, and my jaw dropped.
Sure as shit, there was a huge RV blocking the whole road. “What in the hell?”