IT WAS JUST after four a.m. when we finally made it back to my place. We’d gotten a ride from one of the new club prospects, which Carter had vowed to become, by the end of the night.
“Seriously, those friends of yours seem pretty cool. In fact, I wanna join your club,” he slurred as the SUV turned down my street. “You think they’d take me?”
I laughed. “As much as I’d love to have you in the Gold Vipers, you’re not quite... club material.”
“What does that mean?” he asked, looking hurt.
“I’m not trying to insult you,” I said, knowing that he would never actually attempt to join the club anyway. That it was the alcohol talking right now. “It’s just that your life is on a different path right now and besides... Barbara would freak the f**k out.”
He slunk back into the seat and sighed. “Y
