I huffed a laugh.“Jesus.”
I grabbed one and Nugget grabbed the other.
We headed for the door.
And that’s when I saw it.
She slowed and looked around.Taking it in, like she was saying goodbye.She’d barely gotten back here.And now she was leaving again.
I stepped in close, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into me, and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“You’ll be back,” I said quietly.“We’ll figure this out.”
She nodded.
Wiped at her eye quickly and nodded.
The ride down was faster.
Quieter, but more alert.Every movement outside felt louder.Every person mattered more.
We stepped out into the open, and I scanned everything.Every corner, car, and every shadow.
Nugget did the same.
We loaded up, and she climbed on behind me again.This time, I didn’t wait.
I reached back, my hand settling on her thigh, holding her there.
Claiming her.
I started the engine, and we rode back toward the clubhouse.
Back toward the fight.
Everything was a mess.
Everything was uncertain.
But one thing wasn’t.
As long as I had her, we’d figure the rest out.
Hopefully.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Britta
Swift’s room wasn’t much.
A bed.A dresser.A TV that looked like it had seen better days.
That was it.
But the second the door shut behind us, it didn’t feel small.
It felt… ours.Private.
