“Thank you.”
He nodded. “Get some rest, Perish.”
He moved out. Then it was Dezi moving into the room.
“The nurses ask, you got a big-ass family,” he said. “Donut hole?” he asked, holding out the carton.
I shook my head.
“Dibs on the remote. My stories are on.”
Then, I shit you not, one of the club’s biggest badasses watched fuckingGeneral Hospitalwhile munching on a whole fifty-count box of donut holes.
And me?
I counted my fucking blessings.
I got to have the club.
And I got to have the girl.
I was one lucky fuck.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Gracie
When I eventually made it back to the clubhouse, someone had already moved all of my stuff out of the basement and into Perish’s room.
Rune, most likely. Or maybe my mom if she’d stopped by.
“Pretty girl,” Sully said, beelining for me the second I moved through the doors, his arms going gently around me. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” I assured him.
“It was my job to keep you safe.”
“He snuck up on you dressed as a caterer. We all missed him. There’s nothing to be sorry about. I’m fine. How’s your head?”
“I’ll live.”
“Incoming,” Nave called, looking for Brooks.
“Who is it?” Brooks asked, striding toward the door.
“Think that’s Cian’s car,” Nave said.
“Did you have a meeting with him?” Sully asked, half stepping in front of me.
“Not that I know of. Unless he spoke to Fallon.”
“Do we let him in?” Nave asked.
“Looks like he’s alone,” Sully said, shrugging.
Spike led him up to the door for Brooks to open.
Then there he was.
