(Dane)
I stepped away from my bike and glanced around the compound.
A few brothers were outside their sections talking before church. Others were walking toward the clubhouse with coffee in their hands. It was the kind of morning I'd seen hundreds of times before.
I headed toward the front door.
Before I reached it, Crash looked over from across the yard.
"Look who decided to show up."
"I was expected."
"Barely."
"I've been here less than a minute," I said.
Crash pushed himself away from where he'd been standing.
"Long enough."
"You miss me?"
"Not even a little."
"That's disappointing."
"It should be."
I laughed.
"You survived without me."
"Barely," he said. "Prez actually made us work."
"I thought that was the point."
"It was. Didn't mean I had to enjoy it."
The clubho
