Page 67 of Cold Foot Komodo

Sasha’s eyes opened and her pupils constricted, focusing on his face. Her eyes were a glowing, icy blue.

He’d done it.

Garret had done it.

Raynah had done it.

Cash, and Kade, and King had done it.

Katrina had kept her here just long enough.

Timber had done it.

Wreck…Alpha of the Cold Foot Crew…the phoenix shifter himself…had done it.

Sasha—his Sasha—had done it.

A small, bewildered smile graced her beautiful face.

She had come back to him.

Epilogue

“What are we doing here, man?” Wreck asked softly.

Reed cracked his knuckles and watched the white car pull slowly into a parking spot.

It was early still, so this place was pretty dead. The firepit had been turned on in the back of the restaurant though, and there would be enough privacy.

“You want a shot before we do this?” Reed asked his Alpha.

Wreck’s frown was on the white car, whose engine had just been turned off.

“Why would I need a sho—oh hell no.” Wreck’s face went from curious to pissed-off as he saw who was getting out of that car.

Gale Harris, Sasha’s mother, looked just as mean as she’d been on texts. Her dad, Dan, looked defeated.

“You invited them here?” Wreck gritted out, his eyes glowing with flames in them.

“Yep.”

“Why the hell would you do that, man? Timber’s doing good.”

“I need you here,” Reed said simply.

“Why? This is you and Sasha’s thing.”

“No, it’s a Crew thing.”

“What are you talking about?” Wreck uttered low.

Reed forced his gaze away from the Harrises and leveled Wreck with it. “Because I want you to be my best man. And if I have to ask these battle-axes for their daughter’s hand in marriage, I need someone to stop me from losing my shit on them. That’s you.”

“Holy…” Wreck sat frozen, the fire gone from his eyes. “You’re…” He swallowed hard, then cleared his throat and looked at the fire, stunned. “You want me to be your best man?”

“Yeah. You’re the only one who knows about any of this. I got a ring and everything. I don’t give a fuck about these people, but I’m a traditional man. I want to do right by Sasha, and she still has hope for them. Until she tells me we’re done trying? We aren’t done trying. I’m in this until the wheels fall off.”

Wreck sat up straighter and nodded curtly. “I’m here.”

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