Mac sighed.“That man is driving me crazy.President of the club, but I never see him.Might have to track him down at that damn farm of his.”
Bad idea.Alice might’ve been sweet, but she was also unpredictable, and from what I’d heard, not interested in cameras following her around.“Try calling before you head out there,” I advised.
“Yeah, yeah.”She waved me off.“He’ll have to show up eventually.I’ll catch him once these cameras turn on that we have installed everywhere.They are going to record twenty-four-seven.”
“Camera’s gonna love the younger guys anyway,” I said.“Leave us old geezers alone.”
“Who the hell are you calling geezers?”
Junior walked into the room, shirtless, running a hand through his messy hair.He yawned and stretched, muscles flexing as he headed toward the coffee.
“You and me, Junior,” I said with a laugh.“Having all these kids move in aged me at least ten years.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Mac staring.Not like a producer scoping out a scene.More like a woman caught off guard by a shirtless man in his prime.
Junior didn’t notice, or pretended not to.“I can keep up with any of them,” he said and poured coffee into a mug.“We got food?”
I nodded.“Carnie dropped stuff off yesterday.Freezer’s stocked.”
Carnie, Freak’s ol’ lady, had been feeding the clubhouse since before the kids were born.She loved cooking, and we loved eating it.Made for an easy setup.
Junior opened the freezer and dug around.“Breakfast burrito?”he called.
Mac shook her head.“I need to get over to the house and figure out my day with the crew.I’ll grab something on the way.”
“I’ll take one before I head to the Social Club,” I said.
Junior pulled out two foil-wrapped bundles.He tossed them into the air fryer.“Ten minutes?”
I shrugged.“Sounds right.”
Directions were probably written somewhere, but what fun was that?Either they’d come out frozen solid or hot enough to burn the roof of our mouths.Ten minutes would tell.
Mac finished her coffee, tucked her blazer tighter around her, and headed out with a wave.“Don’t cause too much trouble before we turn those cameras on.”
When the door shut behind her, Junior and I stood there sipping our coffee in quiet for a moment.
“You ever think we should try to sleep in?”Junior asked finally.
I laughed.“This is me sleeping in.I laid in bed for an hour before I came out here.”
“Same,” Junior grunted.“Guess we really are the old geezers.”
“Yeah, you’re right about that.”
He leaned against the counter, mug in hand.“How was the night?”
I stiffened just a little.“The night?”
“With Adley,” he clarified.“New waitresses usually cause a little chaos before they figure things out.You came out for a second when she left, but you didn’t say anything.”
I forced myself to relax.No reason to get defensive.“She was fine.Penny kept an eye on her.She’ll be good.”
Junior nodded.“Good.Less headaches for us.”
We let the conversation drift after that, both half-awake while waiting for the air fryer to ding.When it finally beeped, Junior pulled the burritos out.
They felt scorching on the outside, which should’ve been a warning.But we both bit in anyway.
