Reunion

The Wild West was just as Aimee remembered it. Set on the beautiful shores of Priest Lake, the single style bungalow was nestled snugly against a backdrop of Douglas Firs. Many a childhood Summer had been spent with Tatiana at The Tamrak eating huckleberry rolls while their Dad went trout fishing on the lake, and for a moment, her toast felt tight with emotion. Now the cabin was hers. As they turned off their motorcycles and removed their helmets, the front door swung open, and five shirtless males, clad only in board shorts, came scuttling down the pathway.

Max reached them first, plucking Aimee right off her bike while Scott and Reggie tackled Eric. Fists were swung half-heartedly as the boys carried them down to the lake and threw them into the water. It was an Aces and Eights tradition for the last ones to arrive back to the club. When they emerged laughing, the seven surviving members hugged it out and went inside for a drink.

Aimee took the first shower, gingerly