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“Yeah, you got that right,” he agrees then asks, “did you get Heaven to hand in her notice?”

Heaven looks back at me and raises a brow, and I sigh, “No, and I’m not going to." Her mouth parts, her eyes tearing up, and I continue, “I need my wife to trust me, which means showing her I trust her and her judgment.”

Steal offers, “You do trust her brother; you’re telling her club business….”

Heaven smiles at that, and I gently run my fingers through her hair and reply, “I know, but she needs this, and no, I’m not happy about it, but I’m willing to do it for her until she can see she can rely on me and quits and opens her own firm. I’m going to bring that up to the club once she accepts my cut.” Heaven’s eyes tear up. “And while she’s still working at Jimmy’s, I need either you, Piston, or Acid to be there on the days my dad can’t stay with Micha.”

“I’ll make it happen, brother,” Steal confirms, then says, “I’m proud of you, Trav,” before hanging up.

I chuck my phone on the floor, wrap my arms around my girl, and whisper, “I love you, Heaven, and I’ll keep telling you until you believe it. You’ve been mine since I was eighteen, and you’ll always be mine….” Then I close my eyes, not willing to move.

Just as I start to drop off, I hear her whisper back, “I love you, too, Travis…. We’ll make it….” And everything in me relaxes, knowing she believes that.

We will be okay….

Famous last words.

14

Heaven

“Sweetheart, you have got to stop pacing; you’re going to wear a hole in the hardwood flooring, and if you do that, then selling the house when you finally move to the club will be difficult,” Steal says from where he’s sitting on the couch stuffing his face with popcorn with my son sitting next to him who’s looking way too giddy for my liking.

I knew I should have ensured Travis didn’t spill the beans about what we were doing. Micha’s ten; he doesn’t need to know his parents are trying to date to see if they can get back together.

Wait, what did Steal just say about my house?

Now why is he already talking about selling my home when I’ve only agreed to date Travis again, and why in the hell does he think I’ll live where Ginger still slinks around?

Last time I checked, I still had at least another fifteen years to pay off the mortgage. I freeze.

Please tell me Travis did not pay off the mortgage?

I scowl at Steal, which, of course, doesn’t faze the President of the Huntsmen MC.

Instead, he grins and goads, “To be honest, it’s nice seeing you like this again. It’s like we’re back in high school, and you, the shy nerd.”

I roll my eyes and mutter, “I was not that much of a nerd idiot,” as Micha chimes in and asks, “Why, what happened in high school, Uncle Colt?” with excitement and curiosity in his eyes.

Steal chuckles at me and replies to Micha, “Your mom and dad had just started dating, and your mom, when she realized how popular your dad was in high school, panicked in the parking lot, seeing several eyes on them already. So she let go of his hand and tried giving him his leather jacket back, demanding they stay on the down low, but would your dad have it?” Micha laughs and shakes his head, and I sigh.

“Alright, you two. No more going down Memory Lane,” I say, exasperated, my nerves shot.

God, why am I so nervous? It is just Travis, my high school sweetheart, and my husband. We used to go on dates before I got pregnant….

“It’s going to be okay, Heaven,” Steal says, knowing me so well as he passes Micha the popcorn, whose attention is now on the TV.

“Is it?” I ask him as he walks my way, then leans against the back of the couch, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes taking in my nerves.

“Talk to me,” he asks before quickly looking at Micha, ensuring he’s preoccupied, which he is. Steal then looks back at me and continues, “What’s on your mind?”

I look down at my outfit—jeans, boots, and a flannel—then look back at him, and admit, “I’m scared, and you're joking about selling my home, a home I’m starting to think Travis paid off.”

He says, “I’m not joking, Heaven. You should have moved onto the compound years ago, and you know this, and of course he paid it off, the man doesn’t want to see you struggling.”

“Colt,” I try, but he cuts me off and says, “No, I get it; Ginger is still around, but not by his choice—or mine, for that matter. She hasn’t done anything to give me a reason to bring it up with the whole club, and until you and Travis out your relationship, something he won’t do until you’re wearing his cut and your wearing your ring again, he won’t tell the brothers about you or his fuck up.” His dark gray eyes race between mine as he leans down and little and whispers, “He loves you Heaven, and you love him, that is how I know this house will go on the market. I knew it in high school, and I know it now, you belong together, you just have to get on board.”

“I’m scared,” I admit, and his eyes soften.

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