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“I don’t want to be away from you either, Jase.”

“Good, that’s settled. We have one more thing to take care of and then we both need to get some sleep. Mondays are the busiest at the shop, so I gotta be up and out of the door early,” he says with a growl.

“Okay, I’m all ears,”

“I didn’t use protection with you. I don’t want anything between us. I’m yours and you’re mine. If you want to wait awhile to have children we can, but I have to tell you, Honey, I’m getting older and I don’t want to chase our children with a cane in my hand. I want this with you, but I don’t want to stop you from your dreams either,” he says to me.

“I’m not on birth control and I should have said something to you. It’s just as much my responsibility too. I want everything in life with you. Marriage, a home, and babies galore,” I tell him with a big smile on my face.

“Thank fuck, Honey. You’re making me the happiest man on the earth,” he says, and our mouths collide. He nips at my lips and takes control. Something I’m finding I love more and more. His ability to take control and make sure everything is right. It takes the burden off my shoulders.

“How many babies are you talking when you say babies galore?” he asks with a chuckle.

“Hmm…maybe six,” I say jokingly.

“May have to buy a bigger house, Honey,” he replies.

“I was teasing. I’m thinking maybe three of four, but I want them close in age as possible. I never had siblings and I feel like I missed out,”

“Our children will have it all. Night, Chey,” he mumbles.

“Night, Jase,” I say and then drift off to sleep.

14

Jase

The last couple of months have been amazing, no, phenomenal. If I don’t head home to have lunch with Cheyenne, she’ll bring it up to the shop and we’ll hole up in the office, eat lunch and then I eat her for dessert.

I’m sitting in the office when I hear screaming coming from the bays in the shop. All of the men have stopped working and I stand up to see what all of the fuss is about, when I see Debra.

“Fuck,” I murmur out. My day has gone from great to a shit show I really did not want the front seat to. I’m thankful Cheyenne is back at home. If it were thirty minutes earlier, she’d be watching this too.

“You sick perverted scumbag,” Debra yells out.

I walk back in to my office and dial Phil’s number, “Hello,” he answers.

“Hey Phil, your wife is here. She is causing quite the commotion,” I breathe out.

“I’ll be right there. If it gets too bad call the cops. She was served the divorce papers today. I’m sure she’s pissed as hell because I have a stipulation in the paper work that Cheyenne is on the dealership as a shareholder and now Debra will only get so much alimony for ten years,” he grumbles.

“Not sure I care, Phil. I have a business to run and she’s lucky as fuck Chey isn’t here to see her mom pull this shit,” I say with annoyance.

“I’ll be there in five minutes,” he says, and I hit the end button before I go and bring Debra into my office.

“Settle the fuck down woman. You’re about to bust ear drums in this place,” I hear Derrick say to her. I smile. That boy is one hell of an apprentice.

“Don’t you dare talk to me, you… you… hoodlum!” she screeches.

I shake my head and walk towards Debra. If I don’t contain this and fast the whole town will hear about it. I’m not embarrassed to have Cheyenne by my side and the town has seen first-hand that we’re together and thought nothing of it.

“Debra,” I all but bark out at her to get her attention off of Derrick and focused back at me.

“If it isn’t the pedophile himself,” she slurs to me. It’s then that I notice her eyes are glassy and I can smell the scent of alcohol on her breath. Shit, she drove like this. What was she thinking?

“Let’s take this to my office. I’m sure you have something to say,” I grouse.

“How dare you talk to me like that! What is wrong with you preying on my young daughter!” she yells out as she sways on her feet. I take hold of her by her upper arm and lead her into the office.

I roll my eyes and let her plop down on the office sofa as she hisses under her breath.

“Phil will be here in a minute to pick you up.”

“I don’t need him. I never did need him. I just stayed with him because of Cheyenne. Someone had to act like a parent,” I hear her say as her head starts to loll on the back of the couch.

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