PAIGE POV
The clubhouse had never been this loud. Music rolled through the backyard, people were laughing over each other and the smell of barbecue drifted through the warm evening air.
After everything that had happened, the Iron Vipers had decided that one successful night deserved a proper celebration.
I stood in the kitchen beside Emma while we prepared enough food to feed what looked like half the town.
"How many people are coming?" I asked and Emma glanced toward the backyard.
"Everyone." He said and I laughed.
"That's not a number." I said.
"It doesn't need to be." She said as she handed me another bowl.
"Just keep chopping." She said so I picked up the knife.
"Yes, chef." I said and she laughed.
"You've been spending too much time with the guys." She said.
"I've learned
