LEXIE
"There's a party in two days," Mia announced, sliding a stack of clean glasses onto the shelf without looking up.
"A party," I repeated, wiping down the counter beside her. "Harlow has parties?"
"Harlow has one party a year," she said. "The founder's day thing. Whole town shows up. There's a band, actual dancing, more food than anyone can eat in a week."
"That sounds suspiciously wholesome for a town that also happens to house a motorcycle club."
"We contain multitudes," Mia said, echoing the line that had somehow become the club's unofficial motto over the past few weeks.
"Apparently everyone here does." I set down my cloth. "So what, we just show up?"
"You show up," Mia said. "It's mandatory attendance for anyone who's been adopted by this town, which you absolutely have bee
