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“Never understood why all girls couldn’t do that,” Reno said. “Deep throating a dick is a man’s dream come true.”

“Not mine,” I said. “I don’t give half a fuck about what Abby can or can’t swallow.”

“She must have other talents,” Reno said. “Really good ones.”

“Yeah.” I looked the men over. “She’s got one really good talent.”

Ten eyes widened in wonder of my revelation. I hadn’t planned on revealing my feelings to the entire club, but I was caught up in the moment and felt the need to clarify matters.

“She’s good at loving me,” I said. “And, when you’re truly in love with someone, you accept them wholeheartedly.”

I waited for the fallout.

No one laughed. No one made a snide comment, and no one questioned my devotion to her. After a few silent seconds passed, Baker patted me on the shoulder.

“Love is a beautiful thing, Brother Ghost,” he said. “Half the men standing here know that first hand. The other half? They’ll wonder until the day they find what it is that we’ve been blessed with. Only then will they understand.”

There was a reason Baker was the president of the club, and he’d just reminded everyone why. His character, his demeanor, and his ability to speak from the heart when needed was second to none.

I raised my bottle of beer and tilted the neck toward him. Cash lifted his bottle, and Baker followed. I glanced at Abby and then at the men.

“To love,” I said.

The two men clanked the necks of their bottles against mine and chimed the toast in unison.

“To love.”