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Wrecker chuckled and shook his head. “You’re just gonna have to deal with waiting, babe. I’m not in the mood for a fight today.”

“Softy,” I smiled. “Maybe tomorrow?”

“You’re crazy, Alice.”

My smile spread wide, and I leaned into him. Man, I loved my life.

Chapter Three

Meg

“Remind me again of the rules.”

Lo walked out of the bathroom and shook his head. “Babe, why do you have to have rules when we go out in public?”

I pulled my shirt over my head and slipped into my flats. I was going for the ol’ lady biker look but classed it up with the flats. That was about as fancy as I got. Black blouse with flowy sleeves, dark jeans, and black flats. And my purple hair always went with every outfit. “Because then, when I act up later, I can say whatever I did was not part of the rules that you laid down.”

Lo shook his head. His fingers struggled to button his shirt, and I could tell he was agitated.

“Let me,” I called softly. I stepped in front of him and slipped each button into its hole.

“I can’t even button my own damn shirt,” he grunted, frustrated.

“You’re just trying to make me feel wanted,” I joked. I smoothed my hand down his shirt and smiled up at him.

Lo grunted. “Fucking hardly.”

A couple of years ago, Lo had suffered a stroke that should have killed him, but the doctors had performed a miracle, and he was still here with me. He had a few deficits now, but for the most part, he was still my Lo.

He struggled with his fine motor skills, mostly. Most days were good, but there were days when he struggled with buttons or working on the small parts when he was working in the garage. There had been more than a few hammers and screwdrivers tossed across the garage when he was frustrated.

I had to remind Lo that he was lucky to be alive, and if struggling with buttons and tiny tasks was what we had to deal with now, I would button his buttons for the rest of my life.

“Any other buttons you need me to do?” I glanced down at his waist. “Though, I might just keep that one unbuttoned and spend the night in our room with you.”

He wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on the top of my head. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Meg.”

“Probably just wear T-shirts and jogging pants, which honestly wouldn’t be that bad. I mean, that’s pretty much all I wear.”

He chuckled and squeezed me tight. “I don’t think Hero and the club would be cool with me representing Knights Garage in sweats this weekend.”

“Eh,” I mumbled. “I’m sure they wouldn’t care because they don’t have to attend all of these meetings.”

“And talk on the Pinstriping with Ease panel tomorrow,” Lo mumbled.

I tipped my head back, and my eyes connected with his. “That one is your fault. As soon as the convention organizers heard the great Logan Birch was attending the Midwest Body Shop convention, they were hounding you to lead the pinstriping panel.”

“I should have said no. With my luck, my brain is going to freeze, and I won’t even know how to pick up a pen, let alone string two words together in front of hundreds of people.”

I frowned, and my heart hurt for my normally confident Lo. “You don’t have to do the panel tomorrow. You don’t have to do any of this. We can just hole up in our room all weekend and just enjoy each other.” Lo was one of the best pinstripers in the Midwest, and it made perfect sense for him to lead the panel, but I didn’t want him to do it if he was so worried he was going to mess up. He did get some brain fog now and then, though it didn’t happen nearly as much as it did right after the stroke.

Lo sighed heavily and brushed a stray strand of hair from my face. “Pretty sure Hero would be pissed to find out we came here and just stayed in our hotel room the whole time.”

I shrugged. “Eh, you’re still the prez. You can make him wash all the bikes if he gets mad.” Lo had been saying for years that Hero was going to take over the Devil’s Knights, and he honestly was, but it hadn’t happened yet. Sure, Lo had stepped back from his daily duties between the club, the garage, the strip club, and the pole dancing studio, but he was still Prez. I didn’t think that would ever go away, even when Hero officially took over.

For so long, the Devil’s Knights had been Lo’s life, and that was never going to change.

“I’m doing the panel tomorrow and all of the meetings this weekend, babe. I just might need you close by.”

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