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"I'm so proud of you," she beams.
Placing my finger beneath her chin, I tilt her head back and capture her lips with mine.
A long drawn out whistle interrupts our heated kiss. "Now that's how you kiss a woman," Quinn teases. Sofia buries her face against my chest. I press my lips on top of her head. "Come on, babe." I grab her by the hand, and we make our way toward the front door where Quinn is leaning against the brick wall.
"You ready?" Quinn pushes off the wall.
"Born ready."
As soon as we walk inside, the room erupts with cheers. "Son, get your ass up here." Jake waves me to over to the bar and the room falls silent. "Everyone knows why we're here—to make our prospect a permanent part of the King family. Sam has proven his loyalty to not only the members of this club but to our families as well. He has shown his dedication to our laws and has shown the willingness to lay down his life for one of our own." Jake glances at my woman who is standing with the other old ladies on the far side of the room, with love in her eyes. I watch Logan stride over with a leather cut in his grasp and hand it over to our President. Jake holds it out before me. I take in the Kings logo and the Montana bottom rocker. "You've earned the right to wear The Kings of Retribution on your back. I know I speak for every man in this room tonight when I say we are damn proud to call you our brother." Jake—my Prez, calling me his brother gets me choked up. I know what being brother means to these men—now my family—my brotherhood. The room rumbles withhell yeahand clapping. Shrugging off my prospect cut, I hand it to Ember who is standing behind the bar. Jake gives me my new cut, and I slip it on. The significance of it sinks in as I feel the weight of it on my shoulders.
Jake grins at me. "Feels good doesn't it, son?"
I nod.
"The floor is all yours brother." He steps to the side.
I rub the back of my neck. "For a long time, I felt lost. I felt like I was missin' somethin' in my life but could never put my finger on what that something was." Searching for Sofia in the crowd, my eyes connect with hers. "I found everything right here in Polson. I found a place to hang my hat. I found my family. My future." Tears pool in Sofia's eyes and she smiles at me. "I found my home."
Logan raises his beer in the air, and all my brothers follow suit. "To Sam."
"To Sam," they all yell.
Sofia weaves her way past Logan, Gabriel, Quinn, Reid and the other men, throwing herself straight into my arms. "You happy?" Her beautiful eyes shine brightly as she looks at me.
"Only one thing could make me happier."
"And what would that be?"
Scooping Sofia off the floor, I hold her in my arms. "Kiss me." Grabbing my face in the palm of her hands Sofia gently kisses me, her lips smiling against mine.
"I love you, Sam McGregor."
"I love you more, Firefly."
* * *
A weeklater Sofia is riding shotgun next to me with my hand tucked between her knees as we travel down a dirt road in an old Ford pickup truck my father kept in his garage that once belonged to my grandfather.
"There," I point out the passenger window as the house comes into view. The house is a breathtaking two-story white country home—the kind you only see in movies.
"It's—Sam, this place is impressive."
I take in the wrap around porch, and the tall windows that span all sides of the home. The place hasn't changed much. Off in the distance back behind the house, I take in the fact the smaller house the ranch hands stayed in is still standing.
"Look at the size of the windows," Sofia mentions as the truck rolls to a stop.
"Central air wasn't a thing back when my great grandparents built this home. Those windows were their only means of cooling the inside of the house back then." I put the truck in park and turn the engine off. "Come on."
Opening the truck door, I step out and look at my woman with a boyish grin. "Ready?" Sliding across the bench seat, she places her hand in mine. Gripping her hips once she reaches the edge of the bench seat, I lift her out of the truck, and we walk hand in hand up the porch steps to the front door. Unlocking the door, we step inside.
Everywhere I look furniture is covered with white sheets. Walking over to the staircase leading to the second floor, I run my finger along the railing. Dirt accumulates on the tip of my finger with the years of dust collected on the surface of the dark wood. Memories of summers spent out here flood my mind.
"Can we see the kitchen? My mom always told me when I was a little girl the heart of the home is the kitchen." Sofia roams what was once the family room lifting sheets to peek beneath them.
I lead the way, through an open door into the kitchen. I pause a moment to take it all in. In the center of the large room is the biggest dining table known to man. To my left is a stone hearth big enough a child could stand upright in.
"Look at the size of this thing?" Sofia walks the length of the table.
