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“Ladies.” Rick’s voice holds warmth. If Rose weren’t here, they’d have each left a kiss on my cheeks. They don’t know I’ve already told Rose that I fucked all three of my bosses and that we’re all kinda in the relationship. I’ll fill them in, but we still have to keep pretending in front of everyone else in Wolf Pike.

“Successful run?” Rose asks.

“Nothing we couldn’t handle,” Rick replies.

The girls thunder downstairs then, launching themselves at the brothers.

“Uncle Draven’s taking us riding!” Violet announces, perched on Zane’s hip.

Rose’s breath catches slightly at Draven’s name. I hide my smile.

“Is he now?” Zane raises an eyebrow at me.

“Mini bikes,” I clarify. “In the empty lot behind his garage. Very supervised.”

“Speaking of Draven.” Rick’s tone turns knowing as he looks at Rose. “He mentioned seeing you tomorrow.”

She stands abruptly. “I should go. Early morning and all.”

I walk her to the door while the brothers entertain the girls with stories from their ride. At the threshold, she pauses.

“I’m happy for you,” she says softly. “Terrified, but happy.”

“Same to you.” I hug her tight. “Let yourself have this, Rose. The money’s almost clean, and Luca’s trail is cold. We’re safe.”

Her smile turns wistful. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s time to stop running.”

After she leaves, I stand in the doorway watching my new family. Chase is sketching while Violet “helps,” probably adding flames to everything. Zane’s teaching Daisy some complicated handshake he learned on the road.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Rick comes up behind me, arms sliding around my waist.

I wriggle myself out of his grip. “Be discreet. The girls are here.”

He groans, but not before planting a kiss on my neck.

Through the window, I catch a glimpse of Rose sitting in her car, smiling at her phone. She’s probably texting Draven.

“Think she’ll let herself be happy?” I ask.

“If she’s half as brave as you.” Rick’s words rumble through me. “Takes courage to choose love.”

Violet’s voice carries from the living room. She tells Daisy about all the bikes she’ll ride when she’s bigger. My daughter, who used to flinch at loud noises, dreams of engines and speed now.

Since coming to Wolf Pike, we’ve all changed and grown into versions of ourselves we never expected to be.

19

RICK

Two weeksinto our new arrangement, I still haven’t shown Evie where I sleep. We’ve spent our nights together at her place, sneaking out just around dawn to avoid getting caught by nosy neighbors.

It works, but something’s been nagging at me—the need to bring her into our space, to see her move through the rooms that shaped us.

“Dinner at our place tonight?” I suggest at the gallery. “Give the girls the grand tour?”

The smile she gives me makes my chest tight. “About time. Violet’s been dying to see if your house has a dungeon.”

“Just Chase’s room.”

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