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“Morning, darlin’.” I return her smile.

Stepping to the counter, I take in the tray of sugary goodness that I need in my gut along with a truck load of coffee.

“What can I get you, hun?”

“Damn, these look good, June. What to have. What to have.” I chant, bending at the waist to look in the display unit.

“My rhubarb bars are new. They go well with a coconut latte,” June says.

“When have you ever known me to have a fucking latte, babe?” She grins at me, as I tilt my head up to look at her.

She giggles and I wink, making her blush.

June is trans and so far, no fucker has messed with her. I also think that having people know that Savage is family keeps their mouths shut. We, and I mean the club, have supported her through her transition and helped open her cafe.

“Fine.” She waves me off. “It will still go well with a black coffee.”

“I will take three, plus three of those pink blob things.”

“They are my favorite ones. With a biscuit bottom, marshmallow covered in pink chocolate. My Pink Blooms.” Pride shows on her face when I look at her.

“I will take five then.”

“I would say you will pack on the weight with all these treats, Target, but I have seen how much you work out.”

I lift my up shirt flashing her my abs, making her cheeks tint pink more.

“You are a show off, Target.”

“You know it, baby. If you’ve got it, flaunt it. And you my sweet June, have it.” I bounce my eyebrows, making her laugh.

“You are also a big flirt.”

“Damn straight I am. Life is too fucking short to be serious all of the time.” Sliding my coffee across the counter to me, she boxes up my treats. “June, live the life that you want to life. As long as you are not mentally or physically hurting anyone, then fuck it. Be you, darlin’.”

“Thank you, Target. With Savage being a part of you club you all took me under your wings, and I will always be truly grateful for you all.”

“We will always have your back.” Taking out my wallet, ignoring the stern look June is giving me, I set a fifty on the counter, winking, then collecting my coffee and treats, turning to leave.

“You know this is going in the tip jar, right?” she calls after me.

Turning as I reach the door, I grin.

“I know, but you should not go short on profit for the club. You and the staff work your butts off. Later, darlin’.” Using my back, I push through the door, squinting at the sunlight.

Setting my coffee on a nearby table, I pull out my sunglasses. Setting them on my face, shielding me from the day’s sun, a familiar giggle catches my attention from across the road.

Walking with an older gentleman on her arm is my Madalyn. She is dressed in a floral summer dress that clings to her body like it was made for her, wedged sandals, and her hair is half up in a clip, the rest curling down her back.

A smile slips across my face, my body reacting to seeing her looking so fucking delicious. I will get her under me with my dick buried so deep inside of her, she will feel me for days.

What I felt for Ruth all those years ago is nothing compared to the shit that is swirling around inside me when I am close to Madalyn. She brings out feelings inside of me that I thought had been buried in the sand when on deployment, but fuck me, here I am drooling over some chick that I barely know, but that only makes this thing between us so fun.

I stand watching Madalyn interact with the man, and the sense that they are familiar with each other sparks a plan in my head. I smirk at the them as they look in a store window, knowing that she does not know what is coming her way.

Oh, baby, this is going to be fun.

CHAPTER TEN

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