“Winnie, what did I say?”
“You’re such a party poop. I’m sure he could have handled it. Come along, handsome. If you’re off limits, at least I can enjoy the show.”
Bram grins as his eyes bulge a little bit.
“Is your friend going to leave Bram alive?” Havoc kisses me right under my ear, sending shivers down my whole body.
“No promises. Bram isn’t for her. She needs someone who can handle a woman like her.”
“Have you met my friend, Bishop?”
Oh, no. “Do tell.”
The sound of dozens of motorcycles descends upon us.
“I’ll go help bring in the drinks.” Creed walks out, leaving us relatively alone in a house full of people.
“Are you sure about all of this?” I whisper the question I’ve wanted to ask since he walked in like a knight rescuing the damsel who wasn’t quite in distress anymore.
“Am I sure about what?”
“Me? Us? I can’t handle it if you change your mind again.”
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. This is it. You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life because I’m not letting you go. If you run, I’ll hunt you down. More than that, I want you to know that you have my trust. No more doubts. You’ve done more than enough for my son alone to reinforce the fact that I can trust you with everything important in my life.”
“Everything?” It feels wicked just asking that.
“What do you want?”
“To ride your motorcycle after the baby is born.”
“Done.”
“No, not as the passenger. I want to ride your motorcycle.”
“Greer, no one drives my motorcycle but me. You can ride on the back, or I’ll make you your own. But no one drives mine but me.”
“You said everything. That would show me you really trust me.”
“She’s got you there, my friend.” Rogue walks up with Dylan by his side. “The next thing you know, there will be a minivan in the garage.”
“Not happening. I have two perfectly good SUVs.” Havoc squeezes me tight. “If you need a mommy-mobile, we can get a custom one for you, but we aren’t a minivan family.”
Uh-oh. “So about that. I can explain.”
Rogue starts laughing his head off.
A police siren silences the room.
“Who called the cops?” Creed asks.
“Don’t worry, that’s just Leonie.” Winnie pats him on the back. “Hopefully, she brought that fine partner of hers.”
“Look who I found.” Bear walks in with a massive box in his arms and Cordelia by his side.
She gives me a smile and a wave. “Ottilie came with Leonie. I think Ottilie drove, so Leonie might need a drink STAT.”
“On it.” Winnie grins. “Oh, since this is starting to feel like a party, where’s Darrel? He’d make the perfect piñata. This way, everyone could have some fun hitting him.”
