"Yeah, his face said it all," I said, remembering it. "Thought he was gonna crack right there."
"Mornin' boys!" Angie called out as she walked over to us with two cups of coffee. "Black for Ps.ycho, and two sugars for my sugar."
"Thank you Momma," I replied with a wink as I took my cup. Psy.cho rolled his eyes, probably pi.ssed that Bly's mom loves me the most. She's always been a sweet lady. I've always called her Ma or Momma, copying whatever Blythe said that day. Angie always made me feel at home at her place. She never judged us for coming from an MC, never treated us differently. It was really nice.
"The rest of them are in there, waiting," she told us.
"You got any idea?" Ps.ycho asked her.
Angie shook her head, lowering her eyes. I shot Psy.cho a glare before wrapping my arms a
