Page 107 of Kylo
Kylo pulled me through the house and up the stairs with him. Upstairs, Dixon and Caymen were stripping and remaking beds, cleaning up junk, and getting the rooms ready for the ladies.
“Let’s wash our feet,” Kylo suggested.
I hadn’t even looked at them. But when he mentioned it, my gaze slid down, seeing the dirt and the blackness from the road smearing my skin. Kylo’s looked much the same.
We both moved back into the shower, scrubbing until our skin was clean, then walked back out together into the bedroom.
Kylo reached for me, drawing me down onto the bed, then curling me onto his chest, his hands drifting through my hair.
“You okay? Tonight was a lot.”
“I’m okay. Everyone is safe, so I’m okay. But… yeah. That was… crazy.”
“Your grandmother is a badass.”
“Right?” I asked, pushing up to smile down at him. “I can’t wrap my head around that. And what did they mean it wasn’t their first body?”
“I think that might be a question for tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I’ve got enough to think about tonight.”
Kylo tucked my hair behind my ear. “Can I ask you what your thoughts are about this… us?”
“I think…” I paused, sucking in a deep breath. “I think we have something here.”
“I think it’s more than something. Think… think it might be everything.”
“Yeah?” I asked, all the cracks in my heart filling in.
“Yeah. I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of our lives working on that bucket list of yours.”
“I’d like that.”
“Even if being with me comes with… all this,” he said, waving outward at the clubhouse in general.
“I feel like I’m starting to get good at… all this.”
“Practically born to be a biker old lady.”
“So… what happens now?” I asked.
“Now, we have fettuccine Alfredo,” he said. “Then, I guess, anything we want.”
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“That’s right, get all the way under there,” Barbie said, making me stop short while taking the trash bag out.
Sitting in lawn chairs in the driveway were the older ladies, each of them sporting a margarita—at ten in the morning—watching Dixon wash the SUV. Which, I assumed, York and Velle had used it the night before to transport the body, so he had all the tools out to clean the tires, rims, everything. From experience, I knew that car wouldn’t be considered clean until someone had scrubbed it inside and out at least five times. Then driven it through a couple of car washes for good measure.
“Good morning, ladies,” I called after tossing the trash. “Dixon,” I added, making him turn to look at me, a smirk toying with his lips.
“How’s my granddaughter doing this morning?” Claudia asked.
“She’s sleeping in,” I told her. “Think she finally feels like she can rest without worry.”
“I’m glad she has you to look after her,” she said. “And I think we both know what the ladies and I will do to you if you hurt her.”
“You gonna feed me to alligators?”
