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“Now, if you choose to be cooperative family members, then I also have surprises for everyone in these little sacks that I will burn in the hotel fireplace if the adult male Nelsons choose to ruin the picture. I want a large one over the fireplace at the apartment,” Vivi said, whining a little.
Ry was impressed because the cousins who had been dicking around stood up straight and all replied,Yes, Vivi.
Vivi walked over to where Whiskey was standing with their family, his arm sliding around her as they got situated.
A photographer on a platform looked through her camera and then had a couple of the guys move so she could see all their faces.
“Do you want to get a picture of you with the kids and then maybe one with all four of us?” Crewe asked.
“Alright—no talking and five, four, three, two, one,” the photographer said.
She glanced at her computer screen. “Okay, two more times.”
Ry smiled and didn’t answer Crewe. She wasn’t going to be the one who ruined the pictures. Once the photographer had a good shot, she had Vivi come approve it.
“I love my family. The picture is wonderful. She is happy to take any family photos, and then you can get your prize bags,” Vivi called.
Ry turned toward Crewe. “I’d like a picture of all four of us, just me with the kids, and then one of just you with the kids.”
Crewe grinned and led them over to the photographer. They were the first family to request one, so they were quickly done. Crewe took the kidsover to get the gift bags, and Ry walked toward Ellie and Vivi.
Ellie grinned, pulled her close, and handed her a small white bag. “Vivi and I bought you something to give you some extra confidence tonight.”
“Yep, I’m positive Crewe’s tongue will drag the floor when he sees you. I bought one for Ellie and myself too. Our men won’t know what hit them,” Vivi said, chuckling.
“Thank you.”
“Hey, us women have to have each other’s backs. I believe we’re dancing at the clubhouse tonight. The Papas are having another kids’ movie night and sleepover. I think Burt, Peck, and Bill want you and Crewe to get together as much as Ellie and I do,” Vivi said.
Ry grinned. She didn’t mind a little help. Freya and Wyatt yelling for her to come had her saying goodbye to her friends and walking toward what she hoped was going to be her family forever.
She wasn’t going to open what the girls had gotten her. She didn’t need two little children asking questions she didn’t want to answer. She stuffedthe bag in her combo purse/camera backpack. Seeing everyone around had her wanting to get a couple candid pictures.
Crewe was standing with the kids, patiently waiting on her.
“The kids want to go over and ride that train there. If it’s good with you, I’ll take them, and you can do what I can tell you’re itching to do—take some pictures,” he said.
“Perfect,” she said, watching Crewe hold the kids’ hands as he walked away. She hurriedly got her camera out and snapped some shots. The mountains in front of them and Crewe holding her babies’ hands gave her all the feels.
Once they’d gotten in line for the train, she turned to the rest of the group. She focused in and snapped a picture of Hennessy lifting Sutton above his head so his sons couldn’t reach the candy she was holding. The pure joy on Sutton and Hennessy’s faces had her needing to capture it on film.
The horse-drawn carriage was over on the other side of the park. The horses were waiting fortheir next passenger. Ry focused in on the way the light hit their manes to where the white almost sparkled.
Everywhere she looked, there were scenes to immortalize in film. She focused in on Quinton, Halligan, McClure, Gaines, Schaefer, and Dillon, who had started an impromptu football tournament on the lawn to the side. She snapped a great action shot of McClure tackling Halligan right as he caught the pass Quinton threw. She chuckled because it was a good thing the group picture was done, as Halligan now had a huge amount of dust all over his shirt.
She wanted her kids to have what the Nelson cousins had. Family always around. It wasn’t reason enough for a relationship, but with every fiber of her being, she was positive Crewe would always look out for her children. After she’d had Freya and Wyatt, she’d told herself she’d never date anyone who wouldn’t make a good father for the kids. And she hadn’t, but now she was at a crossroads, and it was time to saddle up.
Chapter Seventeen
Ry held tight to Crewe as he took the corner to Mistletoe Canyon MC’s clubhouse. The kids were happily ensconced in front of a movie in the Christmas pajamas Peck, Burt, and Bill had bought for them. The resort holding a movie and pajama night for guests each night was a gift to parents.
Crewe pulled into the parking lot, and all Ry could think about was the scraps of material Ellie and Vivi had given her. She’d loved the way theylooked on, but she wondered how long he’d notice that she was wearing them. The red lace edged in white fur had been too sexy not to wear, but usually, Ry wasn’t a thong type of girl. She’d worn jeans, cute wedge-heel boots, along with a dark red collared shirt with buttons up the front. She’d left the top button unbuttoned, then decided to live a little and unbuttoned another one. It gave a better view of her cleavage, which she never showed at the bar in her crew neck T-shirts.
Crewe parked the bike and held his hand up to help her off the bike. Once he was off, he helped her with her helmet and the slick contraption Vivi had given her for her hair. She could feel it was a little flattened from the ride.
“Hold on,” she told Crewe and bent over at the waist. Running her fingers through her hair, she shook her head, then flipped back up.
“Ry,” Crewe whined. “That’s like the sexy move we guys all imagine a woman doing. Are you trying to kill me?”
