Page 21 of Two Weddings and a Shoot Out

Maureen waited as she stared into Compass’ eyes. Those gorgeous gray eyes that she couldn’t imagine not going to sleep beside and waking up with.

Compass held out his hand to help her up.

“Yes. I will gladly spend the rest of my life married to you, the woman who holds my heart in her hand. I love you and didn’t think I’d get to have you forever. The only question I have is when?”

Compass tugged Maureen close, sealing his answer with a kiss. Her choosing to get married because she knew he considered it important told him how much Maureen loved him.

She pulled away a little. “We looked at the schedule and don’t see why our wedding can’t kick off the Poker Run Friday morning. A wedding at sunrise in the park, then when I get on the back of your bike, I’ll be your wife and hopefully your Ol’ Lady,” she said.

“You may have asked me to marry you, but I am asking you, Maureen Sullivan, will you do me the honor of becoming my Ol’ Lady? Will you ride behind me for the rest of our lives, putting up with my crotchety old ways?” he asked.

It felt right to tie his life with Maureen’s. She was completely different from Lucille, but he loved her just as much.

“Yes, I will,” Maureen said, leaning up to kiss his lips.

“Ugh, can we eat? I’m hungry and kissing is gross,” Grant whined.

“Kissing is gross. Mom and Dad do it all the time,” David grumbled. “And I saw Dad use his tongue. I thought we weren’t supposed to share germs.”

Compass chuckled along with everyone else. He could imagine those words would come back to haunt those boys when they were of dating age.

He held out Maureen’s chair so she could sit down, and he looked at the ring in the box.

“Where?” he asked.

“Dex made it,” she said.

“Do you want him to make one, or should we go shopping for one? I want you to be happy,” Compass asked.

“Well, I’m going to be a biker’s Ol’ Lady, so I think I want a ring similar to yours. And by the way, we’ve talked about Sturgis, and Regina has been telling me about her experiences there. I believe we might need to add that in as a yearly vacation,” Maureen said.

Compass hid the surprise on his face. He never would have figured Maureen as someone who might want to go to Sturgis, but he was thrilled she wanted to. Booker had mentioned in passing that people could camp out at the ranch on their way to Sturgis, or if some of the kids wanted to stay there, they could take turns.

Compass was looking forward to building a new life with Maureen and seeing what was in store for them. And he was ready to make her his after their wedding. Friday night couldn’t come soon enough for him. It was going to be hell to hold her in his arms, knowing she’d be his in just a few short days, but oh! How sweet it would be when he finally had her in his arms as his wife.

“I’d be happy to make something up for Maureen. I had a lot of fun crafting yours, Compass. I may have found a new hobby,” Dex said.

“I’d appreciate that, Dex.”

Compass glanced around at his family, his brotherhood, and was grateful for War letting him go nomad and even forhis wreck. If he hadn’t gone incommunicado, War wouldn’t have sent Booker, and Compass might not have met Maureen. Compass marveled at all the little choices made that changed his life.

Locks was across the table from him, and he looked miserable. Compass had really thought Locks and Hope had something, but maybe not. She was pretty much ignoring him. Locks was watching her until she looked toward him, then he turned away.

Compass hoped it worked out for them because he was getting a second chance at love, and he hoped Locks got the same.

“Are you going to have flower girls?” Phoebe asked.

“Although I think you’d make a beautiful one, Phoebe, I’m planning on all of us wearing jeans, boots, and shirts since it will be right before the Poker Run,” Maureen said.

Phoebe nodded, but the little gleam in her eye told him that the conversation might not be over. Rascal and Baron had both mentioned that they were taking bets on whether Phoebe ended up taking over the world or running from the law. He was betting on the world because she was smart enough that if she did something illegal, she wouldn’t get caught.

He slid his arm around Maureen, leaning close to her ear. He nibbled on it. “I can’t wait for Friday night to make you mine,” he whispered. The tremble that ran through her body made the hard-on in his jeans worth winding himself up to. He’d been blessed with two women who got him. He’d lost one to cancer, and the second one he wasn’t letting get away.

Chapter Fifteen

Hopewalkedintothebail bonds garage and looked for Locks. When she’d texted him that she was ready to give him her answer, he’d asked if she could meet him at the garage and go on a little excursion. She’d agreed because she could give a little, especially before she gave her list of demands. And they were demands because she wasn't settling for less than she deserved.

“Locks?” she called.

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