Page 2 of Bowser (Dragon Riders MC 2)
I spun around in my chair. “Putting him in charge of it was supposed to fix it. If anything, he’s made it worse.”
“Did you give him a timeframe in which he had to fix it?”
I nodded. “A month to show me he can retain staff.”
“Then, after a month, give him something else to do. Hand it over to Knuckles or try out Ash.”
“I’m more prone to taking it on myself, at this point.”
He grinned. “Good luck. There’s a reason why I have you doing what you do throughout the week.”
“Because I’m the best vice president this club’s ever seen?”
He chuckled. “Because you suck at the bar business, too.”
I waved my hand at him. “That was years ago. I’m sure I could do it now.”
“Uh huh. Anyway, how are the books coming along?”
“Perfect, as always. You know Knuckles is always good for them.”
“I don’t know how he does it. I hated math in school.”
“Same. Here.”
He sighed. “Any update on Hope?”
I shrugged. “Still at the clubhouse. Still in that same room. Still asking for books and magazines and not having a damn thing to do with anything else.”
“I suppose it’s for the best.”
“She’s been cooped up for weeks, Link. She’s going a little stir crazy. I had to get on her yesterday because I found her standing on the side of the lake.”
“She left the clubhouse?”
I nodded. “Can you blame her, though?”
He licked his lips. “I suppose I can’t.”
“But anyway. She’s fine. We’ll get her through it. How are you and Joanna?”
He grinned. “We’re great?”
I smiled. “How great?”
He chuckled. “Great enough that details would be disrespectful at this point.”
“My man! Way to go. I’m happy for you.”
“Me, too. Moving her in wasn’t just good for her safety; it was good for the both of us. I’m lucky to wake up to her every morning.”
“How’s her business coming along? She still getting into the office?”
“She’s been working from my place. I got her set up with her own home office until further notice. She’s still on the ball with clients while using her down time to help us. She’s been hauling ass. I’m really impressed.”
“Well, make sure we’re paying her for it, too. Just because she’s attached to you—”
“I know, I know. Trust me, I’m making sure she gets paid.”
I grinned. “With money, Link.”
He paused. “Oh. Well. With that, too.”
I threw my head back in laughter before I turned back to the computer screens in front of me.
“Let me get all of this shit done, then I’ll go relieve the guys at the clubhouse for the night.”
“You sure you don’t want me to take a shift? Joanna’s itching to get back over there anyway,” Link said.
I shrugged. “If you want to take it, go ahead. But Joanna’s welcome there even if you’re not taking the night shift. The night shift suits me well, so I’d rather not torture anyone with it.”
“Still dealing with the insomnia?”
I swallowed hard. “Not sure I’ll never not deal with it, Link.”
He walked over and clapped my shoulder with his hand.
“If you ever need anything—”
I peered up at him. “I know, Link. I know.”
He squeezed my shoulder. “Good.”
He stared at one another for a few beats before he cleared his throat.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it.”
I nodded. “I’ll let you know when I get to the clubhouse.”
As Link closed my office door in the back of the Iron Horse, I shoved the books off to the side. I clicked around the security footage and wound it back, trying to find what Sly was talking about. I squinted my tired eyes as I propped my chin against my hand. I clicked through hour after hour, until I found Sly standing in the middle of the bar, he managed with a woman who was, indeed, pretty thick.
“Still sexy, though,” I murmured.
A few minutes ticked by and the woman flailed her arms in the air. Sly had that grin on his face, which was exactly how he got his fucking nickname with us. He stood back with his arms crossed over his chest. Just letting her verbally wail at him.
Then, his lips moved before her hand cracked across his cheek.
“What I wouldn’t give for audio,” I whispered.
I zoomed into Sly’s face to see if I could read his lips. It was a talent of mine that Link utilized more than I cared to admit. I zoomed in and turned up the resolution of the picture. I zoomed in again and focused on his lips. I had to replay it a few times before I understood what he’d said. And when I figured it out, I reached for my cell phone.
Dialing his number immediately.
“This is—”
I interrupted him. “You will never tell any of our staff again that they ‘are lucky to be working in the shape they’re in.’ Do you understand me?”
He paused. “Yep.”
