Page 134 of Shattering Nash

“This is a surprise.”

She raised her brows. “A good one?”

“Always.”

Her cheeks pinkened. “I closed with Elle, and she mentioned coming by, so I tagged along.”

Perfect!

She lifted her chin, taking a peek at his screen. “Working?”

He closed the top to his computer. He’d shared some of his work with her, mainly the club business. But when it came to the Underground, much like Oz, Rogue, and Trey, he did his best to keep her out of it.

“Yes.” He stretched out his legs settling back in his seat.

Charley sat in the chair across from his desk, clasping her hands on her stomach.

“Are we taking the bike out this weekend?”

He’d gotten the same question every weekend for the last few weeks.

“Yes.”

She smiled, sitting up in her chair, cocking her head. “You know, you still haven’t bent me over your bike, Nash. I’m starting to think you’re all talk.”

A tease.

“It just so happens that’s on my agenda for this weekend.”

Charley laughed and stood, rounded his desk, and sat on his lap, hooking her arm over his shoulder. Nash immediately cupped her ass, tugging her closer.

She pressed her lips to his, muttering, “I love you.”

It was impossible to put into words how he felt hearing her say it. It wasn’t the first time, but it always hit him hard. She gave him more than he deserved, more than he expected.

And I’m taking it all.

Epilogue

Ten years later.

“I’ll get it!” Charley shouted and rushed down the stairs.

It was a quarter past two, and everyone else had arrived on time. There was only one person left for their daughter’s seventh birthday. As she dropped down from the last step, she saw Kyler, a member of their home security, reach for the door.

“Ky!” she shouted, and he turned.

Giving nicknames and getting close to any of the security was forbidden. But through the years she had become quite the rule breaker in the Underground. She wasn’t the only one. Elodie, Quinn, and Dahlia were notorious for picking and choosing which rules to follow.And don’t even get me started on Keely and her aversion to the rules.In comparison to her best friend, Charley was a saint.

“I’ll get it.” She rushed forward, tapping his arm.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Charley gasped and spun around. “Ky!”

It was on the tip of her tongue to quote Inez from all those years ago. Kyler didn’t give her a chance.

He chuckled and held up his hand. “Sorry, Charley. It’s a habit.”

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