Her scars were visible, thin white marks that ran throughher brow, along her jaw, and one that was about a half an inch down the leftside of the bridge of her nose.
Since they had the conversation now months ago, she hadn’tmentioned them, and that was good.
But every time his attention was turned to them, he saw heron the floor of that warehouse, and that was bad.
He’d lied to her that night he came clean about what Chaos’sreal plans were with her ex.He did not think there was anything Gerard Beckcould do to atone for what he’d done to Rosalie.He thought the guy was auseless piece of shit and apologies after you and your brothers delivered abeat down to a defenseless woman because you’d been caught breaking the fuckinglaw were worthless—if they came in words, or if they came in deeds.
But Rosie seemed mellow about it, was definitely on the pathof moving on from it and Throttle, and he wasn’t about to do anything to biteinto that.
“Need you to look at those tile samples, Rosie,” he said totake his mind off that shit.“We need to make a decision so I can order it andget it delivered.”
She nodded to him and moved with Playboy over to a box thathad a cupboard in it that Shy and him hadn’t taken out yet where there were abunch of tile samples on top.
“The black,” Tabby, having wandered over to have a look too,decreed.
“My woman’s always got an opinion,” Shy muttered through asmile, stripping the shrink wrap and protective covering off the cupboard theywere about to mount.
“Gray,” Rosalie said.
“Gray-shmay,” Tabby returned.“Gray’s boring.”
“It’s a rental, Tab,” Rosalie replied in that sweet, liltingvoice of hers, not upset in the slightest about Tab’s outspoken ability toshare her opinion.Then again, that was the way it was with those two, or Rosiewith anybody.She didn’t get wound up a lot.In fact, since she settled inafter what happened to her, she never got wound up.“It needs to be neutral sopeople can build on it with their own things.”
“You can build on black,” Tabby said.
“And black shows everything.It’s harder to keep lookingnice,” Rosalie retorted.
Tabby had nothing to say to that because Rosalie was right.
The gray it was then.
Needless to say, the women had become friends.Outspokenlyopinionated or not, it was hard not to like Tabitha Cage.She was just goodpeople.And if you were a woman, she was the best kind of friend you could havearound (if often a nutcase, but since Rosalie was totally not, they evened eachother out).And straight up with everything, it was impossible not to likeRosie.
They’d gotten close.It might have been about Rosie openingthe doors for Tab to swoop in because she was worried after what had happenedto Rosalie.Mostly it was about the fact that they all just liked each other.History didn’t factor.It was just done in a way that there wasn’t evenawkwardness.There was just what they had now.
Furthermore, they were the generation of the brothers andtheir women in the Club that were around the same ages, so with Joke andCarrie, they hung together a lot.
Playboy reached out to his momma and Tabby took her son.
Rosie turned to Snap.“We came to check out the cupboardsand look at the samples.We also came to see if you guys wanted to take a breakand go out to lunch with us.”
“Lunch sounds good,”Shyreplied,moving to his wife and son, and when he did, his boy lost interest in Momma andreached out to Daddy.
Shy didn’t make him want.He took his little man and pulledhim close, brushing his lips across the top of his cranium, then breathing indeep, like the essence of his son was the elixir of life.
And it probably was, something Snap looked forward togetting his own whiff of when the time was right.
“Joker, Carissa, and Travis are meeting us at Las Deliciasin half an hour,” Tabby told the men.
“Perfect,” Snapper said, looking to Rosie.“You on the backof my bike, baby?”
She looked him right in the eyes.
“Absolutely.”
At her word, the way it settled down low in his gut, hesmiled.
He was that guy who’d always known his destiny.Whateverlife smacked him with, he knew he’d deal with it while he headed unerring forone thing: keeping himself breathing while finding a woman to love and buildinga family.
