Page 112 of The Legend (Rivers Wilde 2)

I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have someone offer to do anything for me.

I’m not alone anymore.

She’s back. “Okay. If it’ll make you feel better. Even though, I could probably teach you a thing or two about investigations.”

“Good lord, you are incorrigible.”

I wink and turn around. I jerk a thumb at my back. “Climb on.”

She hops on; I hitch her up higher and start running.

“Remi, come on don’t try to show off and end up collapsing before we get home,” she yells into the wind, and I pick up my pace.

“I see you’ve got jokes. Hold on. I’ve been running this hill every day and I can do it four times at top speed without breaking a sweat. I’m in the best shape of my life. You just hang on and keep those tits and that hot pussy pressed to my back and I’ll get us home.”

She tightens her grip, laughs and says, “Giddyup, stud. Take me home.”

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“That was delicious,” Kal says and snuggles against my shoulder. We took a blanket out to my truck and ate in the flatbed. I wanted to give her one more night under the stars before we head back to Houston.

“I’m glad I was able to use up most of the food in the house.” I shift the small basket to my left hand and take a hold of her hand.

“Are you sure you’re ready to go back? I’ll come back next weekend if you want to stay.” She links our fingers and steps into my side. I wish I could bottle the contentment I’m feeling right now and take a sip whenever I needed it.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I press a kiss to her mouth, we get up to the porch, I put the basket down and sit us down in the chair I keep there.

I tug on the slick straight fall of hair hanging from her ponytail. “I like your hair.”

“I like yours.” She reaches out to run her fingers through it.

“I’ll need to cut it when I get back to town.”

“Why? It’s not too long. I like it.”

“I’m glad you like it, but it’s got to go.”

“Why?”

I contemplate her question for a minute. “When I came out here, I wanted to see what it felt like to not be Remington Wilde.”

“Okay… how’s the experiment going? I mean, besides achieving the werewolf look, what are your other major takeaways?”

“You’re such a shit talker, Kal. And my takeaways are that despite the obvious downsides—being related to my mother being the greatest of these—I like being Remington Wilde very much. He’s a good man. He does important work. He loves his family, and he’s only an asshole to people who deserve it.”

“Don’t forget best lover in the world,” she says as she holds my hand tracing a pattern over it.

“That goes without saying.” I shoot her a quick eye roll before I look back to the road.

My father spent his last days here. I’ve felt a sense of peace in the last few months that I’m not sure I’ve ever known. I feel the tug of regret as I think how much I’ll miss it here. But this isn’t my place either. Just like basketball wasn’t my place. I know where I belong, and that’s in that shark tank, leading and making a fucking difference.

I look at our hands and she’s still tracing the pattern. I pause and pay attention and realize she’s spelling something.

“What are you spelling?”

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