Page 91 of Stiletto's Savior

“Better than a place cramped with bikers everywhere you turn,” I can’t help but laugh. “And trust me, we’ll have much more privacy here. Imagine all the things we could get away with doing.”

She steps closer, her interest piqued. “What’s it look like?”

“Not much right now. A couple of rooms, a decent kitchen. Just like the gym it needs some work.” I run a hand over my head, imagining how it could be. “But we could make it ours.”

“Ah, so you want to do some renovations?” Her excitement is infectious. “What kind?”

“Taking out the fourth bedroom. Turning it into a master bath and closet for us.”I lock eyes with her. “Update the flooring, paint it—make it feel like home.”

“Home...” she whispers, and I see that spark in her gaze again. “I love the idea of it.”

“Yeah?” I grab her hand, squeezing it tight. “I can’t wait for us to start our life together. To really build something. That’s why I want to have this place for us too.”

“I’m so happy we found our way back to each other.” she says softly, and my chest swells.

“Yeah, me too. I want marriage, kids, all of it with you,” I add, my voice thick with hope. “I mean that.”

“God, Miles.” She beams, and my stomach flips. “I can’t believe I’m hearing this. I love you,”

“I love you too, girl,” I lean in closer, feeling the heat radiate between us. “I know in your lifestyle you usually claim people. Well, you’re my woman and that’s that.”

“Miles, I don’t belong to anyone else,” she nods, biting back a smile. “You’re the man of my dreams.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. Next week, my old man is coming down.” I release her hand reluctantly. “He’ll help get the gym going. Set up the website and all that.”

“Your mom would be proud, you know,” she says, her tone shifting slightly serious. “If she was still around.”

I look away, pushing back the weight of that loss. “Yeah, she would have.”

But then I catch her gaze again, and somehow, I feel lighter.

“Not many people live away from the clubhouse,” she changes the subject likely sensing my grief. Her hazel-green eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Only Poison, but that’s when Asher’s in town. Even their place isn’t too far—maybe three miles down the road.”

I nod, mulling it over. “Right.”

It’s a tight-knit crew.

Always has been.

But we could carve our own path.

I give her another option, one that won’t be such a big change. “So, what do you want to do? Split time between here and the apartment?”

Her gaze flickers away, deep in thought. “Yeah... but do you think Zane would be okay with that?”

I stop pacing, looking directly at her. “Of course he would. The club is your family, and your family will understand wanting to have a semblance of normalcy.”

“Okay.” Her smile returns, brightening the dim room. “I really like the idea of having our own space.”

“Then let’s do it.” I squeeze her hand tighter, adrenaline coursing through me. “Let’s talk to him about it. Make it happen.”

I lean against the wall, arms crossed.

Stiletto’s eyes are sparkling like sunlight on water. “Yeah. I’m excited. We can really make this place our own. God, we can go pick out paint, look at tiles, the whole shabang!”

“Yeah, but…” I push off from the wall, pacing again. “The apartment needs some work. So we’ll probably be at the clubhouse until mid-summer.”

“Mid-summer?” she repeats, her brow furrowing. “That’s a little longer than I expected.”

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