RYDER
“We got the land deal!” Logan screamed as he rushed into the clubhouse's game room with a wide grin. “I can’t f*****g believe this!”
Kane looked up from the cards in his hand. “How did you know we got the deal?”
Reaching for Kane’s beer resting on the pool table, Logan took a sip. “I received a call from her.”
Kane’s forehead creased. “Why were you the one she called?”
Logan paused with the beer bottle close to his lips, slowly pulling it down. “Because I was the one who reached out to her at the roadhouse.” He drawled out slowly, “so it is only natural that she has my contact details.”
“I was the one the club president assigned this run to, so why are you the one handling it now?”
“Is that what should be an issue?” I interjected before this escalates. “Does it matter who she
