Maisie
“I’m Maisie,” I said to the pretty brunette grabbing a beer from the cooler.
“Oh, hey. I’m Trouble. Nice to meet ya.”
“Trouble, eh?”
She smiled shyly. “I was kind of a pain in the ass when Cowboy found me. I refused to give him my real name, so he started calling me Trouble. It stuck.”
“Admittedly, I’m not sure I can call such a beautiful young woman ‘Trouble,’” I said.
“Stephanie’s the name I was given as a baby,” she said. “But nobody calls me that. Ever.”
I smiled. “Got it. How about I introduce you to my daughter. You’re about the same age.”
She shrugged. “Sure.”
I took her over to the pool tables where Poppy and Devon appeared to be in a battle with two of the Burning Saints’ members, Sweet Pea and Doozer. Doozer was almost as tall as Sweet Pea, and far more demonstra
