“Was that the best present you ever received?” Aspen asks, panting next to me.
“Nope,” I tell her, turning to look at her.
She glares at me. “Really?”
I smile. “Songbird, you gave me your heart. There’s nothing better than that.”
Her face softens as she turns toward me, pressing a kiss to my lips.
I’m about to deepen it when someone knocks on my door.
“Damn it. Get your ass out here. You have five minutes to finish up before I come kick your ass. This is your initiation. I am supposed to be partying with you.” Yak’s voice comes through the door.
“I am going to kill him,” I mutter.
She smiles. “No, you aren’t. You love him.”
I shake my head. “I wonder why sometimes. Let’s get cleaned up and rejoin the party, I suppose.”
“Don’t worry. We can come back and do this all again later.”
It’s that promise that has me flipping her onto her back and kissing her silly.
It doesn’t matter what happens from now on as long as I have Aspen by my side.
EPILOGUE
ASPEN
Six Months Later
The music stops, and Dove steps forward.
“Thank you for being here today as we celebrate the life of Charles ‘Mustang’ Wilson. While he has left us, he has entered the house of God and knows eternal peace.”
Do badass biker men go to heaven?
As soon as the thought enters my mind, I wince.
I shouldn’t be having thoughts like that. At least not right now.
“Are you okay?” Asher murmurs.
“I’m fine. Are you okay?” I ask quietly.
My man would never admit it, but watching Mustang deteriorate in front of us the last few months made a lot of the past resurface for him. It was like watching his mom slowly die all over again.
Like the good man he is, he didn’t walk away or avoid Mustang because of it. He sat with him when asked. He listened to stories and made sure the man never had a moment of loneliness.
I don’t know what all they talked about during those private conversations, but I know Asher became close to the man, which makes me hate this situation even more.
The frigid air cuts through the cemetery, making me shiver. Asher wraps his big body against mine, trying to block the chill. As Dove drowns on, I look up at the sky. A storm is rolling in. The predictions say we will get several inches of ice followed by feet of snow.
The storm of the century.
Seems fitting considering where we are.
A sob cuts through the air, and I look over at my friend. Like every time I’ve looked at her recently, my heart begins to hurt. Ridge wraps his arms around her, letting her cry all over him.
