Page 66 of Keeping What He Wants

“Even better.” He sat in a chair, smiling.

“You really don’t want kids?”

“No.”

She glanced over at her father. “You don’t want grandkids?”

“No.”

She huffed a breath. “You two are crushing my dreams here.”

“You’re a doctor. When are you going to have time for a kid…or three?” Ryker arched an eyebrow at her. “You’re not leaving them with me.”

She laughed. “You would be an awesome stay-at-home daddy.”

“They got you on some good shit. Your mind is fucking delusional.”

Her father actually cracked a smile. “You’re just busting his balls, aren’t you?”

“Mostly.”

“It’s a daily event in our lives.”

Ella reached for his hand. “Just think. If we have five, you can have your own mini motorcycle club.”

He touched the back of his hand to her cheek. “Yep, you’ve got a fever. Delirious.”

Ella linked her fingers with his. “You said you’d do anything for me.”

“I’m reconsidering that offer.”

“No, you’re not.”

Ryker kissed her hand. “Can we talk about something else?”

“What happened to Razor?”

He huffed a breath. “Not that.”

“I’ll get it out of you eventually.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. There were things they could talk about and things that were better left unsaid. While their life was mostly great without Razor’s influence, she really wanted to know if he’d pop up again to ruin the good thing they had going, or if she was finally done with him.

“You’re milking my sympathy.”

“I know you.” She waited a moment before continuing. “He hurt me. You’re not going to let that go.”

He rubbed his forehead. “What do you want me to say? That I killed him?”

“I would like to know.”

“No.”

“You didn’t kill him?” She glanced over at her father who didn’t seem too surprised. “I know you didn’t let him go. What happened? Did you beat him up? Drag that blade across his skin just to fuck with his head?”

Her father frowned. “You’ve been watching too much TV.”

“Don’t worry about Razor.”

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