Levy
“Where is your head at, Man?” Lex frowns at me. “Your game is s**t tonight. I’m gonna whip your ass so bad with my hand of cards you are going to walk out of here a broke man.” He chuckles. I flick him the bird.
It’s poker night with our team, Roger, Jax, Michael and Dean are all sitting around the table with a bottle of beer in front of them. I’m not drinking since I got over here on my bike.
“I have no idea, Mate. Not myself tonight.” I try to avoid the question because I am not going to mention my evening with Harper and the embarrassment of some park ranger almost catching me with my pants around my ankles. f**k’s sake, I am thirty-eight not a horny teenager.
“How’s the dating going, Levy?” Roger takes a drink of his beer. “Folding, I’m out,” he says as he throws his cards o
