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Shaking my head, I quickly run upstairs and into our room. I can hear Brook in the shower, and with all my willpower and strength, I grab my clothes off the chair and run to the guest bathroom for a quick shower, where I have to stop myself from jacking off.

I don’t have fucking time.

Fifteen minutes later, I’m waiting near the front door for my girl.

Nerves are kicking in.

“Hey James, do you have Alexander? I haven’t heard him cry,” Brook asks, panicked, as she rushes down the stairs.

I open my mouth to tell her to slow the fuck down before she hurts herself, but I swallow my tongue. The light pink maxi dress is held by two thin straps over her shoulders, barely holding her generous tits up.

The lacy dress hugs her figure and flares a little just above her hips, a slit going up her right thigh showcases her thigh, and white wedge heel shows off her amazing legs.

My eyes move to her face, which is lightly covered in makeup. Her hair is down in waves, and the pink highlights stand out.

She looks fucking breathtaking….

“James?” Brook questions, her brows furrowed.

I croak, “Fuck Angel, you look….”

I shake my head, and she smiles, a blush coating her cheeks.

Clearing her throat, she asks, “Where is Alexander?”

I give her a smile and admit, “Aurora stole him for a few hours so we can get a little alone time before he joins us on our date.”

Her eyes soften, and she walks over to me. I open my arms instantly, hers going around my neck, mine around her waist, and her lips pressing against mine in a soft kiss.

I hum in contentment, and say, “Let’s go, baby,” against her lips. She smiles, pulling back.

She lifts her finger and whispers, “First,” and goes to the hook near the front door, grabbing her cut. I grin, take it from her hand, and help her put it on. My property patch looks amazing on her body.

With a grin, I pull her into my arms again and kiss her lips and neck, before wrapping my arm around her shoulders and guiding her out of our home toward my truck.

Doc is still not happy with her riding, unfortunately, and I have to admit, I can’t fucking wait to feel her wrapped around me on the open road again.

I fucking miss that feeling.

When we get to my truck I help her inside before shutting her door. Removing my cut as I walk to the driver’s side, I quickly place it on the back and climb in, starting the truck up.

Taking a deep breath, I reverse out of the drive, and head toward the club’s gates, one hand on the wheel, the other firmly holding hers, hoping and fucking praying today goes as planned.

It takes us twenty minutes before I pull onto Summer’s farm, passing her vet practice.

Brook raises a brow at me, and I smile, picking up our linked fingers and kissing the back of her hand, before admitting, “I thought a date on our field would be nice before our family date.”

I look her way to see her grinning, but she doesn’t say anything as I veer off toward the field where we spent most of our dates, and where we spread half of Shadows ashes, burying the other half. She just squeezes my hand, and I hope she can’t feel how clammy they’ve become.

I can feel my heart rate speed up.

Fuck, what if she doesn’t want this?

What if I read her wrong?

Five minutes later, I pull up to our field, my head swimming with doubts.

Brook gasps, and I quickly look at her to see her eyes wide, her free hand over her mouth. I look forward again, parking near the gate, where her father stands with Blue, Ivy, Duster, and Sammy, all with bows around their necks, sitting nicely, waiting….

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