Caine jerked in response to his name. He didn’t often come around the Clubhouse, so it was a bit surprising to be greeted immediately. Looking at the bar, his gaze fell on the older Brother he had known since he was a teen. It set his mind at ease to see a familiar face. At least, his request wouldn’t be awkward.
Caine smiled at the older Brother as he approached, “Hey, Mav.”
“You’re usual?”
“Nah, just some water.”
Maverick smirked, setting out the chilled bottle, “I don’t think you’ve drunk a drop in weeks.”
“I’m in training,” Caine answered, “got to get in shape.”
“I think you’re in great shape,” a female voice cooed.
Caine glanced in the direction of the voice to see a brunette leaning against the bar in what he supposed was meant to be a provocative pose. He eyed her up and dow
