“That’s right,” Dare said.
“Good. You know we missed it,” Dutch said. The Ravens’ races put money into other parts of Frederick—out-of-towners booked hotel rooms, ate in the restaurants, and did some sightseeing while they were here. The club hired locals to work the races, too—parking, concessions, and janitorial were all farmed out. Put all that together with the Ravens’ mission to protect, and it was easy to see why the club got on well with the town and had the support of the business community most of the time. Dare made it a point for the Raven Riders to get along whenever he possibly could. It was good for business all the way around, particularly given that some of their business was a few shades shy of legal.
“I know,” Dare said. “Hated to close down, but it was unavoidable. Shouldn’t happen again.” The three weeks most of the club had been in Baltimore had made holding the races impossible, and then it had taken them two more to get the schedule up and running again. Dare couldn’t think of a time in all his years when they’d had to close down for so long before. He sure as hell hoped they never had cause for it to happen again.
Dutch nodded as he put the coffeepot back on its warmer. “I was hoping to make it out, but I don’t do so good walking on uneven surfaces right now. Damn hip.”
“Tell you what. You come out, you call me and let me know,” Dare said as he pulled a card from his wallet and pushed it across the counter. “I’ll have someone meet you at your car with a golf cart and escort you up to the track. I’ll have VIP seating waiting for you and Shirley. On the house.”
The man’s face went almost comically surprised for a moment. “That’s a helluva offer,” Dutch said, pocketing the card. “I just might take you up on that.”
“I hope you do,” Dare said, giving the old man a smile. Dutch was good fucking people.
An older couple got up from the far end of the bar, and Dare happened to glance to his right in time to see the look of disapproval on the woman’s face as she eyed him—or, more likely, his colors—the patch and insignia on his cut. It didn’t bother Dare none. Not everyone understood what motorcycle clubs were about, and even a lot of people who thought they did had gotten a very particular view of them from television shows and cable news. And, anyway, even in a town as small as Frederick, you couldn’t expect everyone to like you, now could ya?
Dare cleaned his plate and threw a twenty down on the counter. “I’m heading out, Dutch. Hope to see you Friday night.”
From where he stood clearing dishes at the end of the bar, Dutch waved. “Me too. Ride safe.”
Dare smiled, because Dutch had offered that same farewell as long as Dare had known the man. “Always do.” He stepped out into the morning feeling more ready to face the day. Which was good, because the days immediately before a race were always a blur of activity and unexpected fires that needed to be put out. Jagger handled the lion’s share of it, but Dare helped however he could and whenever he was needed.
After all, race night running like clockwork equaled money pouring in, and after taking a month off, the club needed Friday night to run like a well-oiled machine. And it was Dare’s job as president to make sure it was fucking so.
HAVEN WAS GLAD she was going to be here to experience one of the Raven Riders’ races. It would be just one more thing she would have to carry with her from this place that she’d come to love. And apparently one part of race day was food. Lots and lots of it. Food for the Ravens preparing for the race and working race day, food for their guests, food for the after-party. Which meant Haven was right in her element as she and Cora rolled up their sleeves and pitched in however Bunny needed them to.
She and Cora had seen Sam and Ben off on the school bus, and then Slider had come home and brought the women back to the clubhouse first thing this morning. The boys were ornery and funny and sweet beyond belief, and they’d all had a total ball hanging out. Back in Georgia, some of her father’s men had been in the habit of dropping their kids off for her to watch, so she’d spent a surprising amount of time around kids. And she’d loved it. She’d loved their innocence and their joy and their playfulness. Being around them felt hopeful, like anything was possible. And though the assumption that Haven was there to be used annoyed her, she didn’t mind watching the kids—because in addition to the fun distraction they provided, she knew she was keeping them from being left alone or put in positions kids shouldn’t be put in. Sam and Ben had reminded Haven how much she enjoyed kids—and made her actually contemplate having her own for the first time, now that she was free from that environment. So Slider’s boys would be another part of the big puzzle that made up the Ravens, which Haven already knew she was going to miss.