The entire Shadows family pours out from behind vehicles, from around the garage, from the literal dumpster (why was Patch hiding in the dumpster?), cheering, clapping, screaming, hooting.
Skip groans. “Itoldyou assholes to stay hidden until after the kiss.”
“You took too long!” Sunny shouts.
Skip cups my cheeks, ignoring the heckling.
“You said yes,” he whispers, forehead against mine.
“I did.”
“Mine,” he breathes.
“Always,” I whisper back.
The family erupts again because, apparently, they’re feral.
And surrounded by candlelight, Skip’s shaking hands, and the loudest, most ridiculous cheering section in biker history, I know with perfect clarity that this is my forever.
“Got an early wedding gift for you,” Patch says, handing me a gift bag.
Skip looks over at me and smiles so wide you’d think Patch just handed him a lifetime supply of fireworks.
“Fuck, yeah!” he cheers. “Is that what I think it is?”
Max, Spike, and Bones all groan while everyone else laughs.
“What’s going on?” I ask, completely lost.
“Patch gave me, Sunny, and Lila a book when we got serious with our men,” Riley says. “I think they’re hilarious, but the guys never appreciate them. My book is calledHow to Survive Marriage to a Hardheaded Biker: A Guide for the Brave (or the Crazy).”
“Mine’sHow to Survive Being Married to a Psycho Biker…A Field Guide for the Slightly Unhinged Bride,” Sunny snorts. “Bones burned it three times. Patch just keeps replacing it.”
Lila smiles. “Mine isSurviving the Silent Rider: A Guide for Women Who Fell for a Biker of Few Words and Too Many Muscles.”
Everyone laughs…well, almost everyone. There are a few sour faces among the crew.
“Skip LOVES teasing his brothers with these books,” Riley says. “Let’s see yours so we can watch your fiancé’s reaction.”
My fiancé.
Yeah. I like that. Maybe too much.
Reaching into the bag, I pull out the book and read the title aloud.
“How to Survive Being Claimed by a Menace on Two Wheels: A Practical Guide for Men Who Accidentally Fell for a Biker and Now Can’t Escape.”
Skip absolutelyloses it.
Like…full body, hand-slapping-his-thigh, bent-at-the-waist laughter.
Bones groans. Max mutters a prayer. Spike pinches the bridge of his nose like he’s getting a migraine.
“Oh my FUCK,” Skip cackles. “Patch, you legend!”
Patch nods, satisfied. “I felt the genre needed expansion.”
I stare at the cover. “A menace on two wheels? Really?”
