WE DROVE IN silence for a while and then Peyton changed the subject, fortunately.
“So, what do you guys do at the clubhouse?”
I shrugged. “Hold meetings. Shoot pool. Hang out.”
“Party like rock stars?’ she asked.
I smiled. “We don’t throw too many bashes. Our clubhouse isn’t equipped to hold many people and Devon would have a fit if anything were to get damaged. She’s one woman you don’t want to piss off.”
“That’s right. The tattoo parlor owner. I picture her to be kind of a bad-a*s, from the way you’ve described her.”
“She can definitely hold her own,” I said with a slight grin.
“Did you two ever go out?”
“No. She’s Brass’s woman.”
“Brass?”
I told her who he was. “You’ll meet him at the barbecue, tonight.”
“Okay. What about club w****s?”
I glanced over at her. “What about them
