She stood a little taller as my words sank in and nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Mace.”
The front door opened and there he was, my best friend and the love of my life. He wore that gorgeous lopsided smile that was just for me. “Hey Raven.”
“Hey Vandal. I’m on my way out.”
His arm shot out across the door, stopping her progress. “You good? Need a ride back to the clubhouse?”
“Nope, I’m good. Thanks.” She turned back to me with a grin. “Thanks, Macy. See you later.”
“Good luck,” I called after her. And then it was just me and Drew. “Hey,” I said breathlessly. “How was your day?”
His face lit up as he crossed the room and gathered me in his arms before he kissed me long and slow and so deep my nipples hardened painfully in my bra. Eventually—too soon—he pulled back with a heavy sigh. “My day was too fucking long,” he muttered. “Yours?”
“Good,” I sighed, hugging him tight before I let go to grab my bag and client files. “Busy. I missed you.”
“Missed you too, babe.” He took my bag and guided me out of the office. “Let’s go home.”
Home. It felt so good to have a home to go to that felt like a home. Drew’s place was nowourplace for six months and I was still learning how to live with someone. It was crazy and wonderful, but each day I was becoming better at being a partner. Sharing my life with someone twenty-four-seven.
There were days I was sure I’d fuck it all up and end our friendship for good, but most days I was just grateful to be happy and loved. And most of all, I was happy I got to do it all with my best friend.
Drew’s hand landed on my back and when I looked up at him, he wore a frown. “You okay, babe? You seem out of it.”
I nodded too quickly, and his lips tightened. “I’m a little tired,” I explained.
“I grabbed dinner so how about you take a shower and we can eat together?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” There was too much on my mind but there was one thing weighing the heaviest on it that I needed to share with Drew. I was a shit liar so he already knew something was wrong, and I could only imagine what he thought was going on. That one thought intensified my guilt, andI rushed through the shower, determined that before we went to bed, I would tell him the truth.
After dressing, I came downstairs. He’d already gotten dinner ready and plated up. “Oh god, that looks incredible.”
There it was again, that lopsided smile that never failed to hit me right in the chest. “Lasagna, your favorite.”
My heart suddenly felt lighter. “As if I didn’t love you enough already.”
His gaze was intense as it met mine. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.”
“Good.” I sat and we ate together in silence for a few minutes. “How is everything?” I asked hesitantly. I still wasn’t sure how to ask about his motorcycle club work without making it seem like I was prying.
“Good,” he answered around a big bite of food. “Things are mostly calm, but there have been rumblings about a new MC trying to pick up where the Ghost Riders left off.”
My eyes widened. “But there are other MCs, right? I mean, you can coexist with other clubs, can’t you?”
“Yeah. We’re good with more of them than we beef with, but the new ones always gotta try and prove some shit.” His nostrils flared and anger and worry radiated off his broad shoulders.
“I haven’t heard anything,” I said and took another bite of salad. “Oh, but I have seen a few guys on shiny new bikes. They look kind of like sports bikes, but I assumed they were rich college kids playing at being bikers.”
Drew said nothing, just nodded as if he was absorbing the information for later use. “Have you ever thought about getting married?”
I froze, fork halfway to my mouth.
He grinned again, this time it was that smug, slightly amused grin he used when he caught me off guard. “Well?”
I shook off my shock and nodded. “Well, yeah. I mean,of course,but not seriously because I never thought it was a real possibility.”
“But if it was?”
I couldn’t help but smile at his question. “Yeah, I always wanted a family of my own. Marriage and babies, the whole damn thing.”
