Page 95 of Whiskey Shivers

“Yeah…” I trailed off thoughtfully.

“Then it’s a family business,” she declared. I grinned at her. I couldn’t help myself.

“You’re just out here fixin’ to make every single one of my dreams come true, ain’t ‘cha?”

“You’re goddamn right I am,” she declared. “That’s what being a ride or die means, isn’t it?”

She put on her helmet and gave me a fixed look with those blue eyes of hers through the crisp and crystal-clear visor of her face mask.

“Well, I’ll be goddamned,” I muttered. “I really hit the jackpot with you.”

I put my own helmet on my head and strapped my chinstrap nice and snug while she slung her bag over her shoulder and waited for me to get on so she could get on behind me.

She threw a leg over and got snug up to my back as I fired the engine.

I fucking loved this. Could totally get used to it in every sense. Would cherish and protect my peace with her at all costs. I’d kill for her again a million times over if I needed to and damn sure nothing bad would ever happen to her again.

She was everything my dreams were made of; I just hadn’t known until she’d walked into my life.

I turned us out of the lot and up the road in the direction of our favorite restaurant and had ever plan to love her into exhaustion as soon as we got home – and every other opportunity I could get from then on.

How did I get so fuckin’ lucky, I would never know – but somehow, some way, I was pretty sure my pops was lookin’ down at his boy and was smiling about it.

I put my hand over hers where they rested around my middle and gave ‘em a squeeze. The time wasn’t right yet, but as soon as it was? I was definitely putting a ring on that finger of hers.

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