I huff a laugh. “Sounds right.”
There’s a beat of silence before she speaks again, softer this time. “How’s Vegas?”
I look around the empty lot, the neon flickering off the club’s metal siding. “Shitty.”
She laughs lightly. “That bad?”
“It’s not home,” I admit. “That’s the bad part. What’d you do today?”
“Oh, you know…” I can practically hear the grin in her voice. “This and that. I did some light baking and tortured your club brothers, mostly Chaos.
I shake my head, smiling despite myself. “Hope.”
“What? He deserved it.”
“For what?”
“Okay, he didn’t necessarily deserve it, but Amy’s right. He’s fun to fuck with,” she admits.
I actually laugh at that. “You’re evil.”
“You like it.”
I drag a hand over my jaw. “Yeah, I do.”
She exhales softly, and for a moment, neither of us speaks. I can hear the faint rustle of her sheets. I picture her curled up, wearing one of my oversized shirts. My cock jerks to life, imagining her in my bed for the rest of our lives.
“You, okay?” she asks quietly.
“I am now.”
There’s a little hitch in her breath. “Frost…”
I close my eyes. “Today sucked. All I could think about was getting back to you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she says, gentle but firm.
“I know,” I admit.
“Hawk told me you were helping Saint’s Outlaws with their toy drive,” she says softly. “I’m proud of you.”
That hits deeper than she knows. “Feels weird hearing someone say that.”
“Well, get used to it.” Her tone brightens a little. “Also, I may or may not have baked you cookies. Although, Amy and your brothers stole half of them.”
“That tracks.”
“Frost?” she whispers.
“Yeah, darlin’?”
“Come home safe.”
Something inside me pulls tight, fierce, and protective. “Always.”
“I’ll be here,” she says. “You come back to me.”
I grit my teeth because her words hit hard. “I will.”
