Page 97 of Riding the Edge

“Sounds like a dream.”

“It doesn’t have to be a dream,” I tell him. “I got you, Al. You and me,” I declare, winding my arms around his neck. My eyes divert to his neck and I watch his throat as he forces himself to swallow.

“You and me.”

“Kicking cancer and saving your club,” I whisper.

“Lady—”

Lifting my finger to his lips, I silence him.

“If you want the gavel, I promise we’ll do whatever it takes to make it work, Al. I will lay down my heart and never let go. I’ll be your rock like you’ve been mine.”

Releasing a ragged breath, his hands move to my hips and he bends his forehead to mine.

“You and me, yeah?”

“Every second of every day.”

I barely get a chance to finish the sentence before his mouth is on mine, hungry and desperate. Prying my lips apart, his tongue sweeps in and stakes its claim, sealing another oath.

Him.

Me.

Us.

Whatever it takes.

You’re not alone.

I’ve got you.

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