Page 23 of You're My Person - For Always

He nodded and walked with Kenna down the hill. It seemed like he'd spent a lifetime chasing women. First Kenna and River, and now Zora.

He leaned over and kissed the top of Kenna's head without missing a step. "Good day?"

"Boring."

"You could've come up to the clubhouse and spent time with me."

"You were working."

"When it comes to you, it doesn't matter." He veered onto the well-worn path down the middle of the front lawn.

She looked behind them. "Where's your motorcycle?"

"Up at the clubhouse."

"You're going back?" she asked.

"In a while." He pulled her close. "With you."

She smiled, apparently happy to have him include her. He stepped up on the deck and spotted the weaved basket. Squatting beside the gift, he pulled back the red and black material and grunted in surprise. There were cookies stacked in piles. He picked one up, brought it to his nose, and inhaled deeply. Taken back at the cinnamon aroma, he dropped the cookie in the basket and stood.

"She made you cookies?" asked Kenna.

"It looks that way." He pulled out his cell phone, tapped the contact number for the cabin at the campground, and asked River to have Zane call him the moment he got there.

Holding the cell in his hand, he walked away from the basket and stared at it as if it were a snake that would strike at any moment.

"What's wrong?" Kenna approached him and put her hands on his stomach. "It's just a gift, right?"

"Maybe." He frowned at the basket. "Maybe not."

"You're freaking me out." She stepped into his line of vision. "Are you upset she made cookies for you?"

His pulse echoed in his ears. He swallowed hard. "I'm not a big believer of coincidences."

"Explain."

He shook his head, trying to dispel the thought, but it wouldn't go away. "I don't remember my mom. The only thing I do remember were the cookies she'd make. They were my favorites. Snickerdoodles."

Kenna looked behind her at the basket and then at him. "Is that the same kind?"

"Yeah." But that wasn't all.

Ever since he'd talked to her at the cabin and informed her that Gem Haven Motorcycle Club would be running security on her and the cabin, he couldn't stop thinking that he knew her. She was familiar to him, but he hadn't seen her around Gem Haven before.

Now, she sent cookies to him. His favorite cookies he hadn't had since he was four years old.

"What are you thinking?" whispered Kenna.

He wrapped his arms around her and set her chin on the top of her head. "I need to find out Zora's relationship with my dad."

"Maybe she's an old girlfriend," suggested Kenna.

"Or, my mother," muttered Kingsley.

Kenna gasped and leaned back to see his face. He met her eyes and shrugged. "At this point, nothing would surprise me."

He'd grown up, believing his mother had run away from Gem Haven. She couldn't stand having her husband's attention on the bikers and not on her. According to his dad, his mom wasn't fit to raise two hellions and had run off when he was four and Zane was five years old.

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