Page 217 of Finding Hope

I choke out a laugh and draw in a noisy, boogery breath.

What more could there be?

“What?”

“Wanna move in with me?”

I nod immediately. “Okay.”

“Today?”

“Alright.”

“Thank God.” He presses a firm kiss to my lips. “I gotta lock this shit down as soon as possible. I’m officially off training, so I’m probably gonna get fat soon,andI’m unemployed. I need a sugar momma.”

EPILOGUE

One Year Later

“Okay, guys.” Lifting her hands in our mostly empty gym, Izzy demands our attention. “One round. That’sallyou get. No second chances, and no whining if you lose.”

Scoffing, I hug my beautiful wife against my chest. I won’t lose. He’s got nothing on me.

Turning in my arms, the fact Britt has to stand a full foot away has me grinning like a smug prick. It ain’t my fault my baby’s growing so big in her stunning belly.

Like I do every minute that she’s so near, I cup her hip and hold her close. “Hey, beautiful.”

Not charmed, she rolls her eyes. “Do you really have to do this?”

I kiss her cheek. “Ihaveto, Bambie. My honor’s at stake.”

“Your honor, my ass,” she grumbles. Her sassy reply has me laughing; something I doallthe time now. She makes me smile every single day; every single minute of every day. “This isn’t about honor! This is about two idiots with inflated egos and the inability to let shit go.”

“It is what it is. We can’t live like this. Weneedto know.”

She slaps my chest. “I won’t feel sorry for you if you bust your arm.”

“No worries.” Eavesdropping, Jimmy stops beside us and grins.

Our group’s been split in two for today. Jimmy, Smalls, Jon, and Tina are on my side. Aiden, Izzy, Tink, and Bean onhis.

Kit stands in the middle and scowls.

“Left arms will be tied behind their backs,” Jim continues. “Bubs, you got that rope?”

“It’s alright.” With his big-badass-I’m-a-cop drawl, Alex swaggers past the band and pulls a pair of cuffs out of his gym bag. “I’ve got it under control.” He tosses the bag to the floor and steps toward me. “I’ve been waiting a long time to do this again. I deserve to get the honors.”

“X,” Britt chastises.

“Don’t take this from me, Brat. I get a sick thrill out of cuffing this asshole.” He turns back to me. “Get your shirt off, leave your jeans on.”

“Well, shucks, Alex. If I’d known you liked me like that–”

“Shut the hell up, Reilly.”

“I told you he liked dudes!” Jon calls out. “Iknewit.”

Alex’s glaring eyes snap up. “I’ll arrest you too, Hart. Shut your trap.”

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