Ryan inhaled through his nose and tipped his head back a touch.“Both of them were dead at the scene.”
I squeezed his hand.“You almost sound disappointed.”
He leveled his ocean blue eyes on me, and I saw his pain.“That bastard could have killed you, and if shit goes south, my brother might not make it.Things are looking good right now, but it’s gonna be a long road before he’s breathing on his own and back to normal.”
“It doesn’t say good things about me, but I’m glad they’re dead.”
The pain in my man’s eyes morphed into an angry gleam.“Death is way too fuckin’ kind for those assholes.Thisdoesn’t say good things about me, but I’d rather see them suffer worse than Killian is right now.”
My head tilted.“No honey.That says very good things about you because that vengeance is driven by the enormous amount of love you have for your triplet.”
His lips pressed together and I noticed his whiskers were thicker.“And the enormous amount of love I have for you, Ivy.”
I smiled.“There you go being too darn sweet to me.”
A nurse came in with a wheelchair.“Got your discharge papers here.If you have some clothes to change into, I’ll wheel you downstairs when you’re ready.”
Epilogue
Have a Snack
Ivy
A year later…
“I’vegotasurprisefor you,” Ryan said, coming into the kitchen where I was chopping an onion.
I put the knife down and faced him.“I love surprises.”
He tipped his head to the cutting board.“Can you put that in a container?The surprise isn’t here.”
“Aren’t we having dinner in tonight?”I asked.
He grinned.“I changed my mind.”
I twisted my lips to the side and shrugged.“All right, but just to let you know, I’m starving.”
“Then have a snack, Trouble.”
I almost rolled my eyes at the nickname.In the past year, we hadn’t had one bit of trouble, and I liked it like that.Killian had been released from the hospital after five days in ICU, and another day in a regular room.Like Ryan had predicted, his triplet refused my offer to stay in my townhouse.When Chad shared his offer to use his condo for a convalescing stay, Killian had looked flabbergasted before he chuckled.
“Man, I would cramp your style.I’m not gay, but I’m a man, and men get jealous.You bring someone home with you, they arenotgonna believe that I’m just ‘convalescing’ as you put it.Besides, Colton has a walk-in shower at his place and a seventy-inch flat screen.”
Ryan handed me a granola bar and pulled me out of my memories.“When you’re finished with that, put your hair up.We’re riding somewhere.”
“Do I need to wear my cut?”I asked.Ryan had given me a leather cut that had a patch on the back that declared me to be ‘Property of Nickel.’The feminist in me didn’t care for it, but after spending time in the biker world, I loved that everyone knew I was his.
His head wobbled as he considered it.“We’re hitting the Interstate, but you don’t need your cut tonight.”
Forty-five minutes later, we rode along an exit ramp off I-10 in Sanderson.
“What are we doing?”I called over Ryan’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it,” he yelled back.
I turned my head to hide my irritation.
“Don’t be cute, Trouble,” he said, and I noticed him watching me in the mirror.
