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“Yeah,were.” Prescott pulled out his wallet.
“I got this.” Rebel pushed off the barstool. “I’ll walk you out.”
The two men made their way outside and Prescott pulled his friend in for a bro hug. “I gotta take things down a few notches, don’t I?”
“You just got laid.” Rebel squeezed his shoulder. “Enjoy the high. Reserve a room for tomorrow night and get wild with her.”
“What’s the point?”
“What’s the point of any of this?” With a smile, Rebel opened the front door. “See you tomorrow.”
On the way to his truck, Prescott opened the Asylum app and checked for a room, but the club was totally booked.
Dammit.
Even if they couldn’t hookup in a private room, he’d buy her that drink, so he sent the invitation for Saturday at ten.
Ding!
He glanced down at the private message from Jack. “The club is booked. What did you have in mind?”
“A drink,” he replied.
“We need a private suite. Make it happen.”
“Fuck,” he bit out as he jumped into his truck.
On the way home, he called Rebel.
“Yeah, babe,” Rebel answered.
“I need a room for tomorrow night.”
“I’m not a magician, brother. Hold on.” After a few seconds, he said, “I got you one at midnight. You owe me.”
“Thank you.” Prescott hung up and sent Jack a message. “Midnight.”
He set down his phone and drove toward the large house thatshouldhave been filled with a wife and six kids. But he lived alone.
As he pulled into his three-car garage, his phone dinged with a reply. “I can’t wait,” Jack messaged.
Neither can I.
THE FOLLOWING AFTERNOON,Prescott opened the front door to the Savage’s McLean home and stepped inside. Jericho and Liv were hosting a Jack and Jill wedding shower for his younger brother, Nicholas Hawk, and Nicky’s fiancée, Addison Skye.
In one hand he held a bottle of Hennessy Paradis Imperial Cognac, in his other, a wrapped gift.
As he made his way toward the spacious living room, he spied servers prepping platters in the kitchen. Once in the main room, he set his wrapped present on the gift table.
“Armstrong,” Jericho called.
In a sea of guests, his band of brothers—Stryker, Cooper, Jericho, and Hawk—were huddled in a corner. With the bottle of luxury cognac in hand, Prescott made his way over.
After the guys greeted him, Prescott hugged his brother. “I’m happy for you, Nicky.”
“Glad you’re here, Scotty,” Hawk replied. “Did you hear what happened?”
Prescott flicked his gaze from one man to the next. “No, but I’m going with something bad.”
