Passing the Torch (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 1)

“What’ll ya have?”

I sat back, shocked to see Greta. “Damn, we must be shorthanded if you’re here tonight.”

Greta rolled her bright green eyes and laid two napkins in front of Reva and me. Her hair had changed since the last time I had seen her. It was bright blue and piled on top of her head. She looked more like Rigid’s kid than I did. Though people with blue always seemed to go better together than those who chose the more natural route. “Hell froze over and Easy promised me a hundred bucks on top of my tips tonight.” She shrugged and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. “I’m in my last semester and need all of the money I can get.” She filled a shot glass and set it in front of me.

“Damn. You’re almost done with vet school?” Frost asked. “Seems like you just started.”

Greta shrugged. “It may feel that way to you, but it’s been an eternity.” She nodded to Reva. “What’ll it be?”

I tapped Reva’s leg, and she focused on Greta. “Uh, what’s that?” She nodded to my shot glass.

“Whiskey. It’ll put some hair on your chest. You might want to go with something else since I’m pretty sure Hero isn’t into hairy chests.”

Reva giggled and glanced over her shoulder at me. “Is that so?”

I grabbed the shot and tossed it back. “Feed me enough of these and I won’t care, Sunshine.”

Reva turned back to Greta. “I’ll just have an amaretto sour. Double.”

Greta winked. “Good choice. You’ll fit in just fine with the rest of the ol’ ladies.”

Frost choked on his beer, and Reva tensed. Good job, Greta. She always said whatever she wanted and didn’t care if it made people uncomfortable.

“Uh, did I hear you’re going to school to be a vet?” Reva asked.

/> Greta grabbed a tall glass, filled it with ice, and splashed three fingers of amaretto in. “Only a couple of weeks to go.”

“That’s pretty cool.”

“Oh yeah?” Greta laughed.

Reva nodded. “I’m a groomer. Dogs are kind of my life. At least from nine to five. I would have loved to have been a vet, but I’m too much of a softy. I would bawl every time a sick animal came in. I’m much better at just making them look pretty.”

Greta shook her finger at Reva. “Now I know you’re a saint. I don’t have the patience to give a dog a haircut, let alone a good one.”

“Trust me,” Reva giggled, “it isn’t all cute dogs and bows in their hair.”

Greta finished the drink and set it in front of Reva. “Now you’re just being modest.” She winked at Reva, refilled my shot, and made her way back down the bar to fill other drink orders.

Reva took a sip of her drink and hummed. “That is super good. I can’t remember the last time I went out and had a drink at a bar.”

Frost held up his beer. “They always taste better when someone else is pouring them.”

“Cheers to that.” Reva clinked her glass against his and smiled wide. She looked damn beautiful, and Frost noticed it.

You would have to be dead to not notice it.

Frost leaned back in his chair. “You better get that one tied down,” he said quietly.

I didn’t reply. He was right. I had seen a lot in my twenty-eight years and knew that what I had started with Reva was damn good. If I was stupid, I would lose it and never get it back. Reva may be a little naïve when it came to motorcycle clubs and strip joints, but she wasn’t an idiot.

We were both a little hesitant since it really had only been four days since we met. I wanted to put on the brakes and just slow things down a bit, but I couldn’t stay away from her. Did I need to invite her to the club tonight? No. It wasn’t like this was a great date, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. And I had to admit that having her here with me made coming to the Sultry Knights much more enjoyable.

Luna stomped behind the bar and headed straight for me.

“I can’t do this,” she growled.

I laughed and tossed back the second shot of whiskey.