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“I can come back because I want to.”

Wade stared at her, and then he released her wrist. His fingers threaded through hers instead. “Yeah.”

Harlow rose onto her toes and kissed him. “I choose you.”

Wade closed his eyes for a second, and when they opened again, all that rough intensity was back. “Say it again.”

She smiled. “I choose you.”

“Again,” he ordered.

“I choose you, Wade.” He kissed her so thoroughly she forgot whatever she'd planned to say next. By the time he finally started moving them toward the bed, Harlow was laughing against his mouth.

“What?” he asked.

“You,” she whispered.

“What about me?” he asked.

“You're still bossy,” she said.

“Yep,” he agreed.

“Still an asshole,” she added.

“Yep,” he said proudly.

“Still completely impossible,” she said.

“Probably,” he agreed, making Harlow smile. She pulled his mouth down until it hovered over hers.

“I didn't come back because I wanted you to change,” she said.

Something warm filled his eyes. “Thank fuck.” Then Wade carried her the last few steps toward the bed, and this time, when Harlow went with him, there wasn't a single doubt in her mind about why. She wasn't being rescued, she wasn't hiding, and she wasn't running. She was going exactly where she wanted to go, with the man she'd chosen. And when Wade lowered her onto the mattress and looked down at her like she was the only damn thing in his world, Harlow reached for him.

“Come here,” she said, and he did. For most of her life, home had been somewhere somebody else controlled—her father's house, Frank's plans, and a future chosen for her. Then she'd spent three weeks with Butcher and Princess, and she'd learned she could leave Wade. She could live somewhere else. She could stand on her own, and after learning all that, she'd still gone back. Not because she was running, but because she finally found her place in the world. Home wasn't a cage anymore. Love wasn't ownership, and choosing Wade didn't mean giving up herself. It meant she'd finally found a man who wanted Harlow exactly as she was—stubborn, difficult, independent, and his—only because she chose to be. And tomorrow morning, she would wake up in Wade's arms because that was exactly where she wanted to be.

The End

What’s coming next from K.L. Ramsey? You won’t want to miss Book 3 of the Savage Bastards MC series. Ripper's Rage is coming in February 2027!

RIPPER

Ripper hated hospitals—always had. They were too fucking clean, too fucking quiet, and had too many people walking around pretending death wasn't hiding behind half the doors. He'd been shot twice, stabbed once, broken more bones than he could count, and every time some asshole in a white coat told him he needed to stay overnight for observation, he'd found a way to get the fuck out of there before morning. Which made the fact that he'd voluntarily walked into the hospital three times in the past week pretty fucking ridiculous—four if he counted today, and he was counting today, because today was definitely fucking ridiculous.

The elevator doors opened on the fourth floor, and Ripper stepped out carrying a white paper bag in one hand and a cup holder in the other. A nurse behind the station looked up and then smiled. That wasn't good. “Back again?”

“Nope,” he said.

Her smile widened, and Ripper stopped. “I'm visiting somebody else.”

“Of course you are,” she said, playing along.

“Well, I could be,” he grumbled.

“Room 417 is down the hall,” she directed.

“I know where the room is,” he said.