Page 109 of Wrecked
“She pregnant?”
“No, I’ve got it bad for her, but I’m struggling.”
“Josie?”
“Yup, but there’s more,” Hawk said.
Jericho opened the French doors, stepped outside. “Heyo, boys.” He glanced from one to the other. “You two look damn serious. What’s going on?”
“Family drama,” Hawk replied. “Granddad fell off the ladder.”
No way in hell was he discussing Addison.
The steaks were done. Hawk placed them on a platter, retreated inside, and left them on the kitchen island. Stryker and Cooper were hanging in his living room.
“Smells great,” Cooper said.
As Hawk was headed back out, Jericho and Prescott came in, the charred corns piled high on a tray.
The guys each grabbed a steak, two corns, along with fries and coleslaw from Jericho’s restaurant. Like usual, they pulled up chairs at the kitchen table and dug in.
“You ready to be a dad?” Stryker asked.
“Hell, yeah,” Jericho replied. “Less than a month.”
Hawk wondered how he’d feel when his friends started having families. While he was excited for them, it was hard to hear. Prescott caught his eye and offered a supportive smile.
His brother tossed a nod toward Stryker. “What about this guy? He’s getting married next weekend.”
Stryker smiled. “I’m a lucky man. Emerson’s the best.”
The conversation continued, but Hawk’s thoughts had drifted to Addison. He was ready to take the next step with her. Nothing major, just more than the club hookups.
“What do you think, Hawk?” Cooper asked.
Hawk flicked his gaze from one man to the other. “About what?”
“Addison going into BLACK OPS,” Cooper replied. “I think she’s gonna do great, but you’ve done more missions with her than anyone.”
“Yeah, she’ll be good, but—” He stopped.
Silence.
“But what?” Jericho asked.
Hawk drained his water glass. “Nothing.”
“Is she having second thoughts?” Cooper asked. “I know she’s concerned about leaving the country. Is that it?”
“I’m not her mouthpiece,” Hawk replied. “Talk to her.”
“She hasn’t said anything to me,” Cooper said. “I think she’s concerned I’ll sideline her because Jenning’s dead.”
Hawk grew silent. If he started talking about her, he might not stop. Better to say nothing.
They cleaned up, started playing cards. He loved hanging with these men. No shop talk, just spending time together.
It was after ten when they played their last game. After everyone settled up, the guys headed out. Everyone, except Prescott.
