Page 108 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

The third was a restaurant that boasted about the world’s ‘longest’ french fries.

The final place, which was about two hours out from our destination, was right outside of Accident, where we met Wake. And I finally realized what was actually happening.

They were preparing me for the arrival.

Gauging my comfort level.

But upon seeing Wake, I started to squeal and hurry toward him.

Hurry being a word that was more relative.

I wasn’t ‘hurrying’ as much as ‘hobbling.’

I’d gotten my cast off my leg about three days prior to the road trip, and my muscles were still relearning how to move correctly without the corrective brace.

We met in front of the attraction, the manatees along Crystal River, although today they were being shy and were not sunning in the shallow areas. We saw the bat houses but nothing stirring in the daylight hours.

Wake’s strong arms surrounded me just as I heard Dutch’s clear voice say, “Wow, you look great, girl.”

I smiled into Wake’s chest as he hugged me tight, then moved toward Dutch as I gave her the very same hug.

“Oh, it’s good to see you up and moving,” Dutch said. “You had me so worried.”

“I had myself worried,” I admitted. “There for a second…” I let myself trail off.

The baby chose that moment to scream at the top of his lungs, and Dutch’s smile went nuclear.

“Ohh,” she whispered. “I’ve been wanting to get my fingers on that little baby for so long.”

Immediately after being released from the hospital, we’d gone home to Intercourse.

Nobody from our life in Accident, not even KD or Dutch, had a chance to meet Harker.

Until now.

Dutch moved over to Bram, but it was the man behind Wake that had me smiling. “KD.”

“Davis,” he corrected me from six feet away. “You’re lookin’ good, darlin’.”

I smiled. “I feel pretty good.”

The only thing left on me that was proof that I’d been hurt at all was the cast on my arm.

Soon, even that would be off, but I know I have some intense rehab ahead of me on that hand.

I moved to KD and threw my arms around him. He didn’t care when my cast hit him with a thunk.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

“I’m just fine,” he rumbled.

His chest vibrated beneath my ear.

“I’m so glad,” I said softly.

KD had taken quite a bit of damage himself as he’d all but hauled me away from the bomb. Though not anywhere near as much as me. Turns out, debris falling on him was a good thing.

“You ready for this?” he asked quietly as he pulled away from me and looked down.

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