Page 99 of Warrior's Walk

“The one that’s a replica of Scarlet and Rhett?”

I already put him out by displaying my mama’s sparkly urn on the mantle above our fireplace, and I know he’s even less excited about the cookie jar. “That’s the one,” I grin.

“I can’t wait,” he lies with a smile. “It’s going to look lovely next to the coffeemaker.”

“Exactly! And then we’re headed to Fort Worth to visit Brian’s grave.”

“Is that the last stop?”

“Welllllll,” I hesitate, giving him the side-eye. “We may have one last teeny-weeny stop to make.”

“Hopefully something that doesn’t involve dead people? A Bed and Breakfast? We could rent a boat and go fishing.”

“That sounds great! Unfortunately, it’s not quite what I had in mind.” I show my security badge to the security guard and he waves us in.

“What did you have in mind?” he asks warily.

“There may be a smallGone With The Windmuseum about thirty minutes south of Fort Worth.”

Riggs stops dead in his tracks. “You’re kidding,” he says, but from the look on his face, he knows I’m not.

Damn, this would have landed better if I had blown him while he was driving here.

“Is it your mission to visit every singleGone With The Windmuseum in the United fucking States?”

Maybe I should play the sympathy card. “I only wish I’d taken my mama while she was still alive. She would have loved it.”

Reluctantly, his face softens. “Think of it this way. When you spread her ashes there, she’ll get to stay forever. She’ll never have to leave.”

I squeeze his hand. “Thank you for understandin’.”

Riggs snorts. “Please, you owe me big time. Now, take me up in your plane and show me what it is about flying that makes your dick so hard.”

I cup his cock and pull him close for a teasing kiss. “Not nearly as hard as you make it.”

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