Page 12 of Hatch


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“You’re out.”

I stood and made my way to the door. “Out?”

“Yeah. Charges have been dropped.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.” The door opened and the guard stepped back. “Grab your belongings.”

“I’m good.”

He nodded and led me out to the desk to sign paperwork and change out of my jumpsuit and back into the clothes I’d been brought in wearing. It didn’t really hit me until I saw Maisie pacing outside, and I finally let myself believe it was real.

I had two more doors to go through, then she was in my arms and I was holding her close. “Hey, Sunshine.”

She kissed the base of my throat, then stared up at me, her fingers in my beard. “You’re really out.”

“Looks that way. You didn’t want to come inside?”

“And have someone recognize me? No,” she admitted. “The last thing I needed was them putting you back in because I lied about who I was.”

I chuckled. “Well, you’ve got a point.”

“Let’s get you home and naked before they change their mind.”

I grinned. “We got time?”

“Boys won’t be home for two hours and Crow said you can come to the club whenever you feel up to it.”

“Baby, I’m not goin’ to the club after just getting home.”

She grimaced.

“What?”

“Well, they kind of have a thing planned,” she said.

“Jesus. You okayed it?”

She smoothed her palms over my cut. “They’re the reason you’re out, darling. I didn’t feel like I could say no.”

“You can always say no, Sunshine.”

“I won’t feel so bad about not saying no if you take me home and give me the shagging I deserve.”

“Your wish is my command,” I whispered, kissing her quickly, then taking her home.

Walking into the mudroom from the garage, I took a minute to take in the space, then took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Maisie was always melting scented wax and I’d admittedly taken the aromas she created for granted.

“You okay?” she asked, her face covered with concern.

I smiled down at her and nodded. “Just glad to be home.”

She pulled her T-shirt off and crooked her finger. “You’re gonna be even happier in a second.”

I rushed her, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around my waist, and carrying her to our bedroom, kissing her the whole way.

Jesus, her lips on mine were phenomenal. Always had been. But even more so when I hadn’t had access to them in so long.