Our mother was dead. But I couldn’t deny she’d left a legacy of awesome men behind. Men who cooked, cleaned, and mostly took care of their own chores. If only she’d taught them how to be selfish. My gaze drifted to the window and the vacant spot where Nash’s V-Rod should’ve been, but he wasn’t here. Wherever he’d gone with Rubi and Folk that morning, he wasn’t back yet. And Locke was gone too. To see his kids, I assumed. It was the only reason he ever rode out alone. Shouldn’t be riding alone.
