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“Brew?”
“Yeah.”
“We’ve been through a lot.”
“Part of MC life, babe.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I might remind you most of my crap happened long before I was part of the MC.”
“That’s true, your point bein’?”
I sigh. “Are we too much?”
He laughs. I love it when I hear him laugh like that. It’s like music to my ears. “Babe, we’re never gonna be too much. Though, I’m gonna have to keep my ass in line with your newly found shootin’ skills.”
I shake my head. “We shouldn’t laugh about that.”
“Why not? That dumb bitch deserves all she got. I could’ve lost you.Bothof you.”
I snuggle farther into the crook of his shoulder. “Let’s not talk about it. It’s too depressing.”
“We can talk about what I’m gonna do to you for…” He snaps his wrist in front of his face, checking the time. “The next twenty minutes until Olive comes home.”
“Brew, that’s not enough time!”
He rolls on top of me, and I laugh as he plants his lips on mine. “You clearly don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
I stare up at him, my heart so full and happy. I wonder if his wish was for us to start a family, but I don’t want to jinx it by asking. Lord knows we’ve been practicing enough.
“Happy birthday, Dylan. I love you.”
He nuzzles his nose with mine. “Not as much as I love you.”
My heart belongs to him. Forever.
Brew
Three months later
“Very good,” I tell Olive. “You’ve learned so much. Maybe you need to bring thisfriendof yours over.”
Her cheeks turn pink. “Uh, he’s a little shy.”
I pique a brow. “Is that code for he doesn’t want to meet me because I can still give him a warning in ASL?”
She looks a little horrified. “Brew, you don’t need to give him any warning.”
“He’s a teenage boy, of course I do. I know how they think.”
She slaps her forehead. “Let’s not have this conversation.”
“Olive, teenage boys have one thing on their minds.”
“Ew, please no.”
“Please, no what?” Erica asks, breezing into the room. She’s wearing a long, flowing dress that shows off her curves. It’s hot, summertime, and while I don’t particularly like this time of year, Erica loves it.
“He’s giving me the birds and the bees talk,” Olive sighs. “And it’s embarrassing.”
