They’d had their minds on other things, so they’d put theiranniversary gifts on the counter in the mudroom to deal with later.
She went to them now.
She ignored the Chanel bag that held the box and ribbon andcamellia flower with her discarded pair of non-Chanel earrings.
And she threw open the top of the box that Dutch had openedat dinner.
What he’d discovered inside caused him to instigate amakeoutsession that she had to admit might have borderedon obscene.
But from where she was sitting, it was all kinds of awesome.
She nabbed what was inside and walked back to the bedroom.
She set it up on the nightstand on Dutch’s side of the bed.
Then she went back to the bathroom, took off her robe, puton her nightie, and moved back to the bed.
She should have known.
She should have known she couldn’t leave him without hisknowing.
And he knew.
All of it.
He demonstrated this by gathering her in his arms,front-to-front, and murmuring, “You couldn’t even wait the night.”
“Is it okay?”she asked, a little worried.
He bent and kissed the tip of her nose in the dark.
“It’s perfect, baby.Absolutely perfect.”
She settled into him.
She then settled into sleep.
Eventually, he rolled to his belly like he always did.
And she woke enough to adjust to fitting herself to hisback.
But this time, catching it in her periphery, she woke alittle more.
And in the moonlight, on his nightstand, she saw the doubleframe.
The left side contained the picture of Graham Black tossinghis beloved firstborn son up in the air, the toddler beaming down at him.
The right side held a photo of Shepherd Ironside and DutchBlack both leaning into beers over the bar in the Chaos Compound, their headsturned right, their eyes aimed at Georgiana, who stood at the end of the barholding her phone trained on them.
Georgiana loved both those pictures, but she had to admit,she liked the one on the right the best.
Because Dutch had a particular look on his face in thatphoto.
And it wasbeautiful.
Dutch
“Stupid snow,” Georgie groused to the side window ofhis truck.
