Page 58 of Drift
“I’m sure he did.” My shoulders eased a little as I sank into the chair across from Lark. “I always wanted a sister, but I got Jaxton instead.”
Lark grinned, her eyes sparkling. “Hey now, he’s not that bad. Even if he did try to smash Drift’s face in for daring to touch you.”
Savannah gave me a pointed look. “And if you’d gotten that sister back then, Lark wouldn’t be pregnant now. And you never would’ve met Drift.”
I laughed, the tension in my chest breaking for the first time all day. “Yeah, that would’ve been a damn shame.”
The low rumble of engines punctuated my words, and my heart leaped into my throat.
Lark’s hand found mine and squeezed. “Told you they’d be fine.”
I was already on my feet before the first bike shut off, running for the door. It swung open just as I got there.
Chance was the first one through. Behind him came Jaxton, Kane, Edge, and Axle. Everyone looked tired but alive.
I didn’t wait for explanations. I threw myself into Chance’s arms, the breath whooshing out of me as he caught me tight against his chest.
“It’s done,” he murmured against my hair. “You’re safe.”
The words cracked something open inside me. I nodded, unable to stop the tremor in my voice when I whispered, “Thank you.”
“Unbelievable,” Jaxton grumbled somewhere behind us. “Yet again, she doesn’t even ask if I’m okay. Just runs straight for him.”
Lark crossed the room and wrapped her arms around his waist. “That’s how it’s supposed to be when you fall for someone.”
He made a dramatic gagging sound. “Gross. Can’t we at least keep the mushy stuff out of club territory?”
That earned a round of laughter from the women and a collective shake of the head from the men. Even Kane’s mouth twitched.
I twisted in Chance’s hold to glare at my brother. “You literally had your wedding reception in this clubhouse. How is that keeping the mushy stuff out?”
“Yeah, but shit’s different when it’s your sister.” Jaxton glared at Chance. “And the man who was supposed to be your best fucking friend.”
My eyes narrowed. “I mean, there was definitely a lot of fu?—”
Chance clapped his palm over my mouth, cutting off my taunt. “Quit needling your brother. He’ll come around eventually, and he just helped keep you safe.”
“It was a hell of a lot more than just helping,” Jaxton grumbled.
Kane finally took pity on me and explained, “The ring’s down. Your data’s secure. Nothing left for him to touch.”
Relief flooded through me so hard my knees almost buckled. “Guess having a hacker for a brother has its perks.”
Jaxton scowled immediately. “You know how much I hate being called that, smart-ass.”
Chance’s arm tightened around my waist as he shot my brother a look. “Enough.”
I tilted my head back to smirk up at him. “You’re not the boss of me.”
“Yeah, it’s not like she’s even officially your old lady yet,” Savannah pointed out.
Rev ducked behind the bar, grabbed a brown paper bag, and tossed it to Chance. “This came for you.”
Chance caught it easily and pulled out a small leather vest—similar to his but sized for me.
Shaking it out, he turned the back toward me so I could see the property patch that announced to the world that I was his. But then he froze and muttered, “What the hell?”
I didn’t understand what was wrong until he flipped it over, and I saw the front of the vest. Jax Jr. was stitched above the left breast pocket.
