Page 58 of Single Mom's Bikers

She listens with her whole body, asking perfect questions and drawing us deeper into our memories, making us remember why we fight so hard to protect this life.

None of us sleep much. Too aware of dangers circling our town, of secrets still unspoken.

Just before dawn, I catch her watching the window. Something haunted crosses her face before she notices my attention.

“Chase?” Her voice is barely a whisper.

“Mm?”

“Promise me something?”

“Anything.”

She turns in Rick’s arms to face me. “Promise that no matter what happens, you’ll remember this moment.”

The request raises alarms, but her kiss silences questions. When she pulls back, the haunted look is gone.

“Sleep,” Rick murmurs, tightening his hold.

She does, eventually.

21

ZANE

Jamie’s backyardlooks different now than when Tank was alive. The huge grill where he used to hold court sits quietly, replaced by several smaller setups scattered around. But some things haven’t changed—the way members’ bikes line the driveway, the smell of smoke and meat in the air, children’s laughter mixing with rough biker voices.

I lean against the deck railing, beer in hand, watching my new family blend into club life. Violet and Daisy are already in a conversation with the other kids.

“They fit right in.” Jamie waddles over, one hand supporting her very pregnant belly. “Tank would have loved this.”

“Yeah?” I help her settle into a chair. “The great Tank approving of three brothers sharing one woman?”

Her laugh still holds traces of grief but mostly joy now. “Please. That man knew about unconventional love before any of us. Why do you think he arranged our marriage?”

She has a point. Tank’s arranged marriage to Jamie shocked everyone until we saw how perfectly they matched, how shebrought order to his chaos, and how he gave her freedom to be herself.

“Miss him today?” I ask quietly.

“Every day.” She watches the kids play. “But he’d be proud. Of all of us.”

Across the yard, Evie’s deep in conversation with some of our old ladies. She looks comfortable and natural, like she’s always belonged here. When she catches me watching, her smile makes my heart skip.

“She’s good for you boys.” Jamie’s always been too perceptive. “All of you.”

“Think it shows?”

“Please.” She snorts. “You three have been walking on sunshine since she moved in. Even Rick’s stopped brooding so much.”

Before I can respond, a fresh wave of bikes roars up. Teller’s crew pulls in, fashionably late as usual.

The energy shifts immediately. Piper launches herself at our girls, already best friends despite the age gap. Ayla follows more sedately, but her eyes light up when she spots Evie.

“About time,” Jamie calls to them. “Was beginning to think you’d forgotten where we live.”

“Never.” Teller kisses her cheek. “Just had to convince this one we didn’t need to bring three different salads.”

Ayla swats his arm. “Some of us care about nutrition.”

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