Page 121 of Rogue's Path
“I’m going to spell his name with a K instead of a C.”
All the guys in the car laugh with Havoc, but me. Though if I’m honest, picturing a little girl with Peaches’ heart and mind is enough to make me smile. And buy more guns.
As a gun dealer, the number I’ll still need to accumulate is a daunting thought. At least she’ll have enough uncles and cousins to keep her safe and make boys rethink their choices. Which are living or my daughter. They can only pick one.
“Whatever works. We have a problem here.”
That’s not what I want to hear.
“Two kids died last night. We can’t wait to send in Vandal, Torque, and Ryot.”
Havoc’s right. We can’t put it off longer to train them. “When I get back?”
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. They’re already looking at apartments near each campus. Though we might be able to get them in the dorms…”
***
How is Peaches going to react when I walk in that door? She wasn’t giving me the silent treatment, but she was subdued when she left.
Peaches loves me, and I love her.
There’s nothing to worry about.
I open the door.
She stops mid-step and hurls herself at me. “I wasn’t worried…mostly. But a little bit because bad things happen. And I didn’t want anything to happen to you.”
Before she gets herself into a rant that she can’t stop, I cover her lips with mine. It should be a soft, sweet kiss after all she’s been through today, but I can’t stop myself from pouring my heart out, reassuring myself that she’s healthy and no permanent damage has been done to our relationship by the dead man or my choices.
Peaches pulls my head in even closer.
That’s all I need.
Then suddenly she pulls away. “We need to talk.”
Uh oh.
“When I was driving back here, I thought about all the wild things I’ve done in my life. And how I almost lost you because I wasn’t willing to ride a motorcycle or try new clothing because they felt like they were changing who I am."
“I’d never—”
She puts a finger over my lips. “Then I realized you already changed who I am. You changed my heart and my mind. What does a new outfit matter?”
I move to kiss her again.
“Are you planning on giving me whisker burn?”
“That could be a possibility.”
“We’re going to need to find you some beard oil. Because people tease me about it.”
Like I care if people see her face after I ravish her lips. I pull her in closer, then stop. “Does it hurt?”
“No.” She drags my lips to hers.
We’ll pick up beard oil tomorrow.
As fast as the kiss starts, it stops.
