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Emmett smiled. It came easy. It was entirely sexy. And I liked that he could smile. I also liked that one day, I’d be the woman to wipe that fucking smile off his face.
“He told me that a king was nothing without his queen. That the two most important cards in a deck were the ace and the queen. You want the ace up your sleeve. And you need the queen at your back because women fight dirty.”
I closed my eyes and for just a moment, I wasn’t June Johnson. I wasn’t Tucker Talbot’s daughter. Emmett wasn’t my enemy, and this wasn’t all part of some grand scheme to get my revenge. For just a moment, I was a woman who shared a primal attraction with this sexy man. This man who pushed me to shed my inhibitions and be free.
TJ Johnson had been a Warrior. TJ Johnson wasn’t dead because of a hunting accident. TJ Johnson was dead because I’d killed him. I’d shot Nova’s brother.
The true goodbyes are usually the most painful moments in our lives. But they’re a part of it. We survive the goodbyes so when a hello comes along, we appreciate its beauty.”
Bryce Slater herself had written the article. It stated that one of the garage employees had started the fire on accident. In the public police report, Emmett had been named that employee and that he’d be paying a fine. He’d taken the blame. He’d protected me. Now it was my turn to repay that favor.
“Emmett, if you’re looking for your future over your shoulder, you’re turned the wrong way.”
God, how I had missed her. How I’d craved her. If there were any doubts about this, they disappeared the moment her tongue tangled with mine and the world melted away. The past melted away. I kissed her until she was breathless, then pulled away to drown in those dark coffee eyes. “Hey, baby.” A smile stretched across her face. A smile I hoped to see every day for the rest of my life. “Hi, Ace.”
Five months later, when the forest was teeming with wildflowers and the smell of spring infused the air, we stood in that clearing. Emmett made me his wife. He became my husband. And we stepped into the future, forging a life together, and leaving the past on the road behind us.
Today was the first annual Clifton Forge Motorcycle Club charity ride. Pride swelled in my chest as Emmett turned to Dash. The two friends—two brothers—shared a look that made it hard to breathe. This ride was for their fathers. For Draven. For Stone.
