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“Thank you,” she breathed close to his ear before stepping back.
“You’re welcome,” Stone said.
“I’ll go so you’re not behind for your next appointment,” she stammered, moving the panel to step out into the hall.
She waved and walked down the hall. Calling her goodbyes, she opened the door onto the street. She waited until she was inside her car before feeling her flushed cheeks. Oh my gosh, had she really done that? Kissed Stone?
She glanced at her phone. She needed to get gas in her car before she headed to Faith’s. She wasn’t sure if she’d share thiswith anyone. She’d only kissed his cheek, but for her, it was monumental. However, she wasn’t sure where to go from here.
Chapter Ten
“Let’s quiet down. We’ve got a lot to go over. We are t-minus fifteen days before our D-Day celebration kicks off. We have a lot packed into that weekend. Now, Bear, Gunner, and Slice, you’re in charge of food. How’s the planning?” Regina directed.
Stone settled back. He wasn’t in charge of anything currently and was planning on going wherever they said.
“It’s good. We have a schedule of meals that they can order from the diner to be picked up for their campsites, plus a slimmed-down menu available at the diner during certain hours. We have six food trucks on Saturday that will be at the park as the participants of the Poker Run return. Gunner, Rachel, Slice, and I have come up with a schedule so we’re only staffing either Broken Hearts Brewing or Regina’s Roadside Refuge. They will not both be open at the same time. Compass and Maureen will be in town, and he wants to grill hamburgers and hot dogs at the park for one of the meals,” Bear reported.
“The Nelsons have also offered to be backup if we run low on food to cook. I think we’re good, but it’s nice to know we can call on them,” Slice added.
“Meg, are the commemoration ceremony and Friday craft show on track?” Regina asked.
Stone hid a smile behind his hand. Regina reminded him of a drill sergeant mustering her troops for battle.
“We’re good. Willa and I are tag-teaming it,” Meg assured her.
“Now, the pickleball tournament. Rascal, are you handling that?” Regina called out.
“I can help but my back has been acting up. I’m not sure I’ll be able to be on my feet that long. I was thinking maybe Stone could help out, and I’d love to get one of our new Franks cousins involved. Naomi, maybe you could help too?” Rascal suggested.
Stone stared at Rascal. He supposed this was Rascal’s way of helping. He’d been in the studio after Naomi left yesterday. Stone had gotten an earful about not letting the best thing ever pass him by.
“Oh, I’d be happy to. Anything to help,” Naomi said.
“Count me in,” Stone echoed.
He hadn’t been able to get Naomi off his mind after she’d visited Bluff Creek Ink. He, who’d gone years without using his hand, had jacked off in the shower last night imagining Naomi on the floor in front of him, sucking his cock. He’d woken up hard and aching from dreaming about her. Now, besides tattooing her, he was going to be working on a project with her.
How the hell was he going to keep his hands off her?
“Baron, War, status on the Poker Run,” Regina demanded, snapping her fingers at War when he didn’t immediately look up.
“Did you just snap your fingers at me?” War balked, the incredulity in his voice causing laughter to break out.
“Yes, I did, because in here, I need your attention,” Regina insisted, completely unfazed.
“Poker Run is on track. We have the route and who will be staffing the stops. Babe, I think War’s mind was probably on your surprise,” Baron interjected smoothly.
A fleeting look ofwhat the fuckpassed over War’s face before he decided to get on board. One thing Stone had learned was that it was never boring at Bluff Creek.
“Oh, War, you got me a surprise? I’m sorry I snapped at you. I want everything perfect, and sometimes, I get a little carried away,” Regina said softly, her drill-sergeant edge instantly melting.
“I did, but it’s really from all of us, the MC. You have done so much and for so long, that when we saw someone trying to sell an animal, we knew we needed to rescue it for you,” War improvised without missing a beat.
Stone had to admit, these men knew how to keep their women happy. They’d talked about the animal over four weeks ago, and Stone could see how, with everything else, War had forgotten about it. Baron had paid a local farmer to store the animal until they could have a place for it, but he’d also told War that they needed to wait to give it to Regina. When War argued that he wanted his mom to have it right then, Baron reminded him that they should really wait until one of them needed a get-out-of-jail-free card.
“Oh, what is it?” Regina asked.
“It’s a surprise, Mom. We’ll deliver it the weekend of the commemoration,” War countered, holding his ground.
