Page 63 of Nanny For Biker Wolf Daddy

He thought about what his mother and brother said. Maybe Savvy was his fated mate.

Can I see spending the rest of my life with her? Could I live with waking up every morning and seeing her face as soon as I open my eyes?

He thought about those questions, and the answer was a simple “yes.”

Where do we go from here? Do I tell her that I really like her and want to be in a relationship with her and see where we go from here? That leaves an option open for failure, which would hurt the kids.

Deep down inside, though, Rory knew that their relationship wouldn’t end in failure. They would continue growing together, creating a family unit that he and the kids had always wanted.

He made up his mind that he would have a conversation with Savvy in the next day or so, and they would take everything slow and easy. Since he made a decision, he was able to sleep peacefully.

Rory was up early the next morning and was getting ready to leave when the kids stumbled into the kitchen.

“Can we go for a run?” Cat asked.

“No, I’m sorry. I have to go to court this morning, baby girl. You and your brother can chase each other around in circles in the yard.”

“Okay.” She sighed.

He hugged the kids, touched Savvy’s arm, and smiled at her. She grinned back, and he got into his truck with a light heart.

Rory met with his client at the police station in one of the interrogation rooms. He represented a man who was accused of killing his wife and her lover when he got home and caught them in bed together.

“I could plead temporary insanity. You know, I walked in on them, lost my shit, and killed them. It’s not like I tried to run or cover up my crime. As soon as I was done, I put my gun on the kitchen table and called the police,” he said.

“We could, but the district attorney would tear your plea to pieces. You suspected for quite some time that your wife and neighbor had a fling going on. That would give her the chance to argue premeditation. New Mexico doesn’t execute people, but you could face life in prison.”

“What should I do?”

Rory looked at the paperwork in front of him and said, “The district attorney is offering two counts of voluntary manslaughter.”

“How much prison time would I get?”

“She is offering four years for each count to be served concurrently.”

“Four years?” the man asked anxiously.

“It’s better than taking your chances in front of a jury and risk getting two life sentences to be served consecutively. That means when you die in prison, they resurrect you, and then you start all over again.”

The man didn’t smile at Rory’s attempt at humor.

“You could also potentially qualify for early release for good behavior. But it could well go either way,” Rory said.

“I’ll take it,” the man said and signed the papers.

Rory took the papers over to Sonia. She sighed heavily and said, “I’m not going to enjoy notifying the family. They wanted to go all the way.”

“I know,” Rory said. “Do you think that a jury would have found him guilty of first-degree murder?”

“No. I think they would have either found him guilty of manslaughter or acquitted him altogether. I’ll explain that to the families.”

Rory grinned at her and said, “I don’t envy you your job.”

“Me either, sometimes. Are you by any chance free for lunch?”

“Sorry. I am involved with someone else.”

“Lucky woman,” Sonia said.

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