Page 38 of Sophia, Property of Tracker

“Crap, let me down, Ryan.”

He smiles and purposefully shakes his head. “No, I’m not letting you go. God, I missed you,” he says, leaning in for another kiss. “Ryan. Let me down, now! People are looking.”

“Let them look. They’re just jealous.”

“Ryan!” I giggle. “Come on, let me down.”

“Okay, okay.” He finally lets me down.

I clasp my arms around his neck. “I’ve missed you,” I admit.

“I’ve missed you like crazy, baby. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” I reply truthfully.”

“Get a room,” a familiar voice shouts, and we turn around to see Quill standing with his daughter in his arms. The vision is something else. A handsome biker with ripped jeans, a shirt, and a biker vest is holding onto this precious toddler.

We make our way toward them, and he brings me in and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Hey, darlin’, so glad you can join us.”

“Thanks for inviting me,” I say, looking around at all the gaping men. I check my dress, wondering if one of my buttons has become undone, but nope, they’re all there.

“Is something wrong?” I ask Ryan.

“What do you mean?”

I whisper, “Why are they all looking at me like that?”

He laughs and places his hand out. “They’re shocked to see that I was telling the truth about you.”

“Oh.”

“Hi, Sophia, remember me?”

“Hawke, how could I forget.” I lean in and hug Hawke, and he introduces me to his twin daughters and his wife, Luisa. She’s absolutely gorgeous, and I can see why he loves her. From the few times I have met Hawke, he’s always spoken about his family.

“Hi, Sophia, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” Luisa says and hugs me.

“Nice to meet you too.”

“Babe, come over here. Come meet Sophia.”

Looking over at Quill, I see a beautiful woman who has dark hair and beautiful eyes. She has food in her hands and places it on the table. She looks at Quill, then at me, and a warm smile reaches her lips.

“Oh, nice to meet you, Sophia,” she says and walks around the table wearing an apron that says, ‘Biker Bitch.’ I laugh at the apron, and she looks down at what she’s wearing and then back at me. “Quill bought me this. He said I have to wear it whenever I cook.” She leans in and also hugs me.These people are all so friendly.

“I’m Jasmine. Tracker has told me so much about you.”

“I’ve heard so much about you too.”

“Mumma.”

Rose reaches out for Jasmine, and kisses her forehead before she places Rose on her hip.

“Hello, Rose,” I say, running my fingers through her long hair. It’s unbelievable how much she looks like her father with her blue eyes and dark hair.

“You’re going to be a heartbreaker when you’re older. Daddy’s going to have to keep all the men away with a stick.”

“I already beautiful,” Rose answers.

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