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“Yep. I expect the other matter to be resolved in a few weeks.”

The giant smile spread on his face as though strings were tied to the massive weight lifting off his shoulders.

Free.

He was fucking free.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually felt truly free of the ball and chain around his throat.

It took him far too long to see the hand Nate had offered. He grasped it and gave an enthusiastic shake. Hell, this deserved more than a shake. After he tugged Nate over the desk a bit, Mooky’s other arm wrapped around the lawyer and clapped him on the back. Mooky couldn’t contain himself.

“Thanks, man.” He could almost feel tears welling up.

Laughing, Nate accepted the hug. “I just got you out of a marriage. Next one is tougher, but I’m optimistic.”

Breaking the semi-embrace, Mooky joined in the mirth with a nod.

“Yeah,” he agreed and followed Nate down the hallway. It seemed shorter with their business done.

In a mere five minutes, he had the copy of his signed divorce papers.

His divorce papers.

Signed divorce papers.

It was over.

Now his real life could begin.

Next on his list—the leather shop. Then the embroiderer.

He was with Colin Hay on this. No more waiting for his real life to begin.

CHAPTER 33

Blue

Blue may not have felt Mooky get in the bed beside her, but she noticed when he’d gotten out. The springs in the mattress whined as it bounced slightly as his weight left. Barely opening her eyes, she watched him move through the room to get dressed.

A crisp pair of jeans with tears in the knees came from the dresser, followed by a button-down shirt. His cut completed the ensemble before Mooky tended to his hair. Some gel gave him the perfect put together look.

When he disappeared into the bathroom, Blue closed her eyes again. The quietness of the clubhouse told her it was far too early to be awake. She’d take advantage of that and try to steal a few more hours of sleep. If the nagging headache would let her.

Concussions sucked.

The hinges of the bathroom door squeaked just before she sensed the familiar faint scratching of his facial hair against her skin.

“I’ll be back,” he whispered. “I love you.”

The hold he had on her heart tightened.

Why couldn’t they be together?

Why did it have to be so complicated?

Why couldn’t they just be a normal couple?

She swallowed down the tears threatening to bubble in her eyes as the door to his room clicked, leaving her alone.

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