Page 102 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

"I can't believe you guys did this." She looked over at Heather, who had the same haircut as yesterday. "There was no hair emergency."

Heather fluffed the sides of her hair. "It was the only excuse we could think of that you'd believe."

Coco laughed. "I was so afraid you'd know I was lying."

"Ah, this is too much, you guys." She hugged Coco and looked out at everyone. "Thank you."

Her gaze connected with Roar. His eyes softened. She mouthed, "Thank you."

Nobody had to tell her that he was behind her birthday celebration. It would be like him to order everyone to attend and make sure the women set everything up. He gave her everything that made her feel special and loved.

He crooked his finger, motioning her to him. Her stomach fluttered, and she walked willingly into his arms.

"I love you," she whispered.

He kissed her upturned lips. "Back at you, birthday girl."

"Hurry, Lizzy. Blow out the candles before you set the whole bar on fire," shouted Elling.

She laughed, dragging Roar with her back to the table. Not needing to think of a wish because her future stood behind her with his hands on her hips, she successfully extinguished all thirty-one candles with one breath.

As the women made fast work of cutting the cake, passing out the pieces, she cuddled up to Roar, grateful for the moment. It was officially the best birthday since she was ten years old and her mom surprised her with a party, inviting the neighborhood kids to the house for cake.

It all went too fast, and the bikers went back to the clubhouse, the leftover cake was removed from the bar area, and Roar followed his men. Riding a high, Lizzy tied the short apron around her waist as the first customers of the night walked in, oblivious of the contentment swirling around her.

Never had she imagined when she spotted the bikers riding in front of her house that they would soon be her chosen family and she'd find love.

She placed the menus on each table and greeted the customers. One after another, people came in, and she served them. By the time her first break came around, she was ready to get off her feet in the breakroom.

Watching the clock, she picked Heather to work her tables and went out of the room. Because it was her birthday and she'd barely taken two bites of the cake earlier, she grabbed another piece from the leftovers and sat at the table, knowing it would go straight to her ass. And, not caring, one bit.

When she finished, she took her phone out of the cabinet and took a picture of what was left of the cake. If she would've thought about it, she would've taken a photo of it before it was ruined. But, with or without a picture, she would remember every detail of her party forever.

Washing her hands, she went back out and signaled Monica to take her break. She got caught up on the drink orders and took a rag out to wipe off the vacant tables to ready them for the next customers.

Coco approached her. "Hey, can we talk?"

"Sure." She moved around to the other side of the table to see Coco better. "What's up?"

"So, Peach was talking about the rental house that she and Pete have." Coco glanced over to make sure her customers were satisfied. "She mentioned they were going to rent out the extra bedrooms."

Lizzy stopped what she was doing and gave Coco her full attention, knowing what she was going to say and already wanting to stop her.

"I'm going to ask her how much the rent would be."

Lizzy forgot about cleaning the table and walked up to Coco. "Why?"

"You and Roar need your privacy. Living together is a new thing and that way you can have the whole house to yourself." Coco shrugged. "It's his house now and he—and you—should be able to make it a home without me being in the way."

She lowered her voice. "Honestly, do you want to move somewhere else with people you barely know?"

"It won't kill me."

She exhaled and looked at Coco, trying to figure out what was behind her offer to leave. Just because her time was spent with Roar, she still wanted to keep the closeness she and Coco had developed over the years.

"I can't make you stay, but I do want you to keep living at the house. Roar was right, and he is gone a lot and the only time he's there is when we're sleeping. Why don't you give it more time? Things will settle down and not seem so new. If you're not comfortable living there after a few more months, then I won't stop you from finding another place to rent," said Lizzy.

"You're sure?"

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