“Jesus,” I hissed. “I just wanted to fuckin’sleep, Sunshine, not have a disco dance party.”
She gasped. “Do not step to Gary Barlow like that.”
I rolled over to face her. “It’s two a.m.”
She threw her arms straight up. “And it’s Take That.”
“Take what now?”
“The band, Take That,” she bit out. “You know, Gary Barlow, Robbie Williams—”
“Woman!”
“Look, big man, I know you say that you have to die before me, but if, god forbid, that doesn’t happen, you’re going to wish for one of my epic disco dance parties, regardless of the time.”
“Margaret Gretchen Wickham Mann Wallace!”I growled, throwing the covers off her and sliding my hand under her shirt, rolling a nipple between my fingers. “You shut your goddamned mouth.”
She arched into my touch. “I will never shut my mouth when it comes to disco parties, Connor. And I’m changing my ringtone going forward.”
“That’s not what I’m talkin’ about.”
She smiled slowly. “I know.”
“Now, let’s talk about the disco dance party in my pants.”
She chuckled. “You’re not wearing pants.”
“I’m aware,” I growled, kissing my way down her body, and sliding her panties off.
* **
The next afternoon, Maisie slid into my truck beside me and smiled. “I can hang back, love.”
I’d called an all-hands meeting at the new site, officers and patched members only, which she didn’t typically attend. But tonight, I needed her by my side.
I reached over and linked my fingers with hers. “I want you there, baby. I want to know you’re close to me.”
She squeezed my hand. “Whatever you need, darling.”
“Do you have everything?”
“You packed the truck, love. Do you think we missed anything?”
I chuckled. “There’s enough food here for you to cook for an army, which boggles my fuckin’ mind because you just made a Costco run.”
“We needed fresh meat,” she said.
“Oh, fresh meat,” I droned sarcastically. “Fine. We also packed more bags to stock our little apartment. I think we’re good. Did you grab your laptop?”
“It’s in the back with your cut.” She frowned.
“What?”
“I hate that you have to hide who you are.”
“It’s not forever, Sunshine,” I avowed, hitting the garage door opener and starting the truck.
We headed out of our neighborhood, making our way through the backroads into Ridgefield and that’s when I noticed the same car more than twice. I swore.
