"Okay," I whisper.

He glances up. "Tired?"

Yeah, that's it.

I nod and he places an icepack on my foot. "I'll hold it here for twenty minutes, then take it off. Why don't you close your eyes?"

I sit up a bit farther, and trace my fingers over his cheek. "Thank you for always taking good care of me."

For a second he leans into my touch, then snorts and looks away. "I don't seem to do a very good job."

"Yeah, you do."

I'm fucking pissed with myself for lettin' Trin get hurt. It feels good to take care of her though. Even better that she didn't put up a fuss. After twenty minutes, I set the ice pack to the side. Things look okay. The swelling isn't getting worse. Her foot hasn't turned any weird colors. Hopefully she's better in the morning.

She sighs and turns over, then sits up. Bleary-eyed, she blinks at me a few times.

"Come here, babe." I hold out my arm, and she ducks under it, snuggling up against me.

After a while, she slides down, until she's sleeping on my leg. I'm pretty sure she's drooling on me too, but I'm so happy, I don't care. Resting my hand on her hip, I try to lean back and close my eyes.

"Wrath?" A whiny voice startles me awake. Trinity's still tucked against me sound asleep. No, it's Cherry in front of me.

"Wanna go upstairs?" she asks with a raised eyebrow and freaky fish-pout.

"No. I'm good, thanks."

She wrinkles her nose and glares at Trinity. "Doesn't look much good to me. Come on." She holds out her hand to me.

"No." I pick up the now warm icepack and hand it to her. "Go toss this back in the freezer for me."

She snatches the pack out of my hand and flounces off in a huff. What-thefuckever.

My arm tightens against Trinity and I manage to fall back asleep.

Way too fuckin' early, Murphy walks in, looking like hell again.

"What up, brother?" he whispers, with a chin lift at Trinity.

"Twisted her ankle. Where you been? You look like shit."

The corner of his mouth lifts, but he doesn't give me an answer. "Teller around?"

"Last I saw him, he was headin' to the champagne room. Not sure where he ended up, though."

His gaze skips to Trinity again. "She need anything?"

Me. "No, I got it."

"All right." He heads down to the hall. I don't even want to think about what kind of mess is waiting down there.

Murphy returns a few seconds later. "Can't find him. I'll catch him later."

"Okay."

No sooner is he out the door, Rock and Hope float downstairs, looking disgustingly in love.

"Hey, prez," I greet in a whisper, so he doesn't wake Trin up.

Hope does this princess-finger-wave thing at me and I smirk at her.

Of course within five seconds, they've got their tongues down each other's throats. Couldn't they have just stayed upstairs to do this shit? A sarcastic sigh slips out of me as I wait for them to finish.

"You're up early," Rock says with a grin. "She okay?" he asks, lifting his chin at Trinity.

My gaze skips to Hope, who's taking all of this in. Trinity's eagerness to be friends with Hope prickles my memory. I feel compelled to let her know we didn't fuck last night. Especially after Cookie called her a whore in front of everyone.

"I didn't get any ass last night, thanks to you," I grumble. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don't give a fuck what Cinderella thinks of me.

But it's not me I'm worried about, it's Trinity.

Rock snorts. "Yeah, it's all my fault you're such a prick."

I can live with that. I earned it after last night.

Z pounds down the stairs like a five-year-old. "Morning, fuckers. Oh, hey, Hope. I'm surprised you're still here."

Rock grunts at him and I'm pretty sure he calls him an asshole under his breath.

Heh.

"Where's Peach?" I ask him. I'm hoping she and Inga cleared the building sometime last night and I just missed it.

"Upstairs," he answers.

"You nail her?" I couldn't give a shit less, but I feel like the question is expected of me.

Z shrugs before answering. "She's a shit lay. Mosta them strippers and porn stars are. They act like they're doing ya a favor and just lay there. Fuckin' boring."

There's a ninety-nine percent chance Rock wants to kick both our asses for having this conversation in front of Hope.

Surprisingly she snorts and then giggles. "But you still did her anyway?"

Z widens his eyes. Guess he wasn't expecting that from her. "Well, yeah. Of course." He flashes another smile. "It's my duty to fuck as many women as possible."

I know my brother well enough to know he honestly believes that and that he's trying to get a rise out of Hope.

She doesn't take the bait. Actually, she laughs even harder. "You and Lilly really are kindred spirits."

Oh, that's fantastic. The goofy grin on his face slips. "What?"

Hope chuckles. "She has a similar theory on dating." I know it's just killing him not to pump her for more information.

Unfortunately, Inga joins us next. "Fuuuck." She throws herself on the couch next to Trinity, jostling her awake. I've never hit a woman in my life, but I could choke Inga out right about now and not suffer an ounce of guilt. The two girls glare at each other for a second.

"Morning, Trinny," Rock greets her with a slow grin.

Dick.

Trinity glances at everyone and mumbles good morning, before pushing off the couch and hurrying down the hall.

I still want to smack Inga. Instead, I follow Trinity, catching up to her outside the bathroom.

Grabbing her elbow to stop her, I ask, "How's your ankle?"

The corner of her mouth lifts. "Oh." She glances down and wriggles her foot. "Much better." Her hand reaches up, brushing over my cheek. Fuck, I love her hands on me.

"Thank you for taking such good care of me."

"Any time, babe."

She squirms a little. "I gotta pee."

Chuckling, I swing the door open for her. After it shuts, I return to the living room. Inga's unfortunately still hanging out, being a useless twat.

When Trinity returns, she perches on the end of the couch near Rock, and again I wish Inga would get the fuck out of here.

Hope turns and gives Trinity a sweet smile.

"So, I get how Dex got his nickname now," Inga says even though no one asked. Like the disgusting bitch she is, she wiggles her fingers in the air. "Real good with his hands." She turns toward Trinity.

Hope makes this grossed out face that's pretty damn funny.

Trinity's gaze skips to me. "That's what I've heard."

Shaking my head, I answer. "That's not how he got his road name."

I guess if Inga can't embarrass Trinity, Hope will do. "So, how did you like our show last night, Hope?" Inga asks in her casual-bitch voice.

"You're very talented," she answers with a straight face. Fuck me, Hope should get an award for that.

Inga's not finished. "Rocky took you away from us before we got to the good stuff. You actually move really well, once you loosen up." The way she says it does not sound like a compliment.

"Uh, thanks."

"If you ever want lessons-I mean, you're a little on the old side-I can teach you how to work the pole."

Rock finally wakes the fuck up. He wraps his arms around Hope and throws a glare at stripper-Barbie. "Knock it off, Inga."

"Yeah, she knows how to work Rock's pole just fine," Z adds. I quiver with laughter. He's such an asshole.

Hope straightens up and gives Inga a haughty look. This should be interesting.

"Inga, I get that you used to fuck my man, but if I wanted to hang out with a bitch, I'd get a dog. Keep your thinly veiled insults to yourself, you're not fooling anyone."

A bit wordy, but she might just survive being a biker's old lady after all.

Once the fireworks are over, I slide off the couch and head to the kitchen. "I'll get breakfast started."

"Hang on, Trinny," Rock says, stopping me in my tracks. "After Ing and Peach get the fuck out, round up whoever's awake, and we'll go down to Hog Heaven."

Awesome. I love that place. They have the best friggin' blueberry pancakes and one of these days I'll sweet talk Frank into giving me his recipe.

I trot down to my room, stepping carefully on the foot I rolled last night. Amazingly my ankle feels fine.

After calling Hog Heaven and being told the best Frank can do is a corner table, because he's got a huge wedding party coming in, I change and freshen up in my room.

When I return to the living room, Wrath and Z are bullshitting while they wait for Rock.

"They're probably fucking again," Z gripes.

"Shut up," I giggle and smack him on the arm.

Inga and Peach clomp down the stairs in their hooker heels. Their outfits are downright garish in the harsh light of day. Like the gentleman he's not, Z walks them both out to the parking lot. As soon as they're gone, he bounds up the stairs. We can hear him banging on Rock's door from downstairs and I giggle some more.

Even Wrath smirks.

When Z returns, he wraps his arms around my waist, lifts me up and spins me around. "Ride with me, mama?"

Laughing, I smack him until he sets me down.

"Okay, okay."

Wrath lifts an eyebrow and tilts his head. I shrug and follow Z out the door.

Z's either starving or has something on his mind, because he takes the absolute fastest route to Hog Heaven. We pull into their unpaved, gravel parking lot ahead of anyone else.

While we're waiting for the others, he leads me over to one of the outdoor picnic benches.

"What's up, Z?"

One corner of his mouth lifts. "You know me too well, Trin."

"Probably."

"You think Hope's gonna tell her friend about last night?"

Nothing about Hope seems gossipy, but who knows. "I have no idea. What do you care, anyway? Thought you were both casual?"