Dumbass kept busy trying to get things ready. He put together orders for the party, cleared it all with both Tuck and Ruger and fell into bed each night exhausted. Half the time he took Jailbait to bed with him, but sometimes when he was ready to head to bed, she wasn’t around. Something held him back from knocking on her door on those nights.
He stood in front of her closed door debating with himself the day before the Fourth and the big party. He wanted her beside him, he wanted her in his bed, but he was a lowly prospect, with no position and nothing to offer her. He couldn’t blame her if she wanted someone better. Someone with more power, someone who could protect her and offer her things he couldn’t. Still, it had been a long day and for some reason, he wanted her there while he slep
