Gunner POV
Having finished what I needed to do, I hunted for Cora.
"Scones, have you seen Cora?" A little disappointed, she had left the kitchen without me helping her.
"She's in your room, cleaning up." I turned to leave.
"Gunner." Stopped and turned back to look at Scones. She was like the unofficial mother of the club; we all respected her.
"I like her. Go gently, she's had a rough time." Smiling in relief, she passed Scones' scrutiny, so few girls can do that on the first visit, and was concerned about what Scones learned about her to give me that warning.
I bounded up the stairs, two at a time. I had never been this eager to be with a woman, a lady, no, my girl, before. She had already got the tick of approval from the president and the matriarch in just one meeting. All the off
