Page 118 of Walking Red Flag

By the time we were done, my pencil cup was on the ground with pens and pencils scattered all over the floor. My papers were scattered, and I was fairly sure a glass of water had fallen over the other side of the desk onto the floor.

I cleaned up using wet wipes that I kept in my office for just this type of occasion and smiled innocently at my man as he tucked himself back into his jeans.

“Thanks.” I flushed.

He caught me up and pulled me into his arms, his smiling eyes taking me in as he said, “You don’t ever, and I do mean ever, have to thank me for that. It really is my pleasure.”

I scrunched up my nose at him and we headed out but came to a stop when we found Hazel standing in my shop with her arms crossed over her chest.

“I’m sorry,” she said to me. “I was wrong about Asher. I was wrong about Jacinda and Rayann. And I was really wrong to put you last.”

Rayann and Hazel had suffered gunshot wounds to their abdomens.

Both had recovered fine, except Hazel had to wear an ostomy bag for a couple of months while her bowels healed.

At this, Rayann had been properly disgusted and left. Along with Mark, Hazel’s boyfriend.

It’d been two months, and through the grapevine I heard that Mark and Rayann were now dating. Jacinda had started dating Rayann’s ex, Gibson.

“It’s okay.” I shrugged.

I wasn’t one to not offer forgiveness, but she would never be my friend again.

Once burned, never fucking shy again was my motto.

“Asher is dying in prison.” She shook her head. “I had no clue about him. I’m sorry I encouraged you to try again with him.”

Cutter’s hand cupped my ass and he said, “It’s time to go.”

I smiled at her. “Bye, Hazel.”

She opened her mouth to say something more I was sure, but Cutter guided me out the door and to his bike.

Copper and Chevy stared at us.

“Nice hair.”

I immediately started to smooth it down, causing both men to grin.

“Not funny,” I grumbled.

I’d forgot I was in braids.

My hair and motorcycle riding did not get along.

I’d learned the hard way to always braid it, and always tuck it into my helmet.

“It’s kind of funny.” Copper chuckled as he placed his own helmet over his head.

As we drove to the meeting point, I thought of my life up until this point.

Never in a million years would I think a pseudo-arranged marriage would turn out to be like this for me.

But now that we were married, and I was officially a Clayborne, I couldn’t see my life going any other way.

I was happy, truly happy, for the first time in my life.

And that was all because of the man I was currently wrapped around.

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