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“I am in hell.”
I grabbed two beers from the fridge and handed one to Fade. “What?”
He motioned to the front porch. “I am in hell with that woman.”
“I thought shit was going good.”
Fade grabbed the beer and popped the top. “She’s so nice! I can’t handle her telling me how amazing I am anymore. Who does that?” He drank half the beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “All she talks about me punching her douchebag ex. I don’t wanna talk about that shit anymore. The dude isn’t worth my breath, let alone the endless minutes Faye talks about him.” He sliced his hand across his neck. “I am fucking done with this shit. You are taking Faye back to the clubhouse, and I will stay with Olive.”
“The fuck you will,” I laughed. “Yarder said you were to stay with Faye, and I had Olive. We’re not trading, brother, because that chick thinks you are her prince charming. Eat that shit up with a spoon, man.”
Fade shook his head. “I can’t handle it.”
“Well,” I shrugged. “You guys are staying at the clubhouse, right? Just hang around everyone else, and she’ll drop the whole punch thing. Is she cool other than that?”
Fade nodded. “Yeah. It’s just that I don’t think she’s over her ex seeing as she talks about him all of the time even though he called her a bitch.”
“Just chill out, man. It’s barely been two days since everything happened. You’re gonna be with her until we find out who blew up the gym.”
“Don’t remind me,” Fade drawled. He finished his beer and grabbed another one from the fridge.
“Slow down,” I laughed.
Fade shook his head. “We’re staying here all day. If I drink now, I’ll be sober by the time we leave after dinner.”
“After dinner?” I hadn’t planned on Fade and Faye staying that long. I wasn’t sure Olive would be up for company that long.
“Oh, yeah, brother. You’re telling me to calm down and what not, well, you’re gonna see just what I’m talking about.” Fade popped open his beer, and took a long swig. “Just wait.”
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