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Brick’s brows nearly hit the ceiling, “You wanna explain?”

“Gate signed divorce papers. She didn’t. They’re still married,” Deuce said.

“Which means she’s still the queen,” Gate said. “Even if she doesn’t know it.”

Brick whistled under his breath, “Holyyyyyy fuck.”

“Holy fuck what?” Talon said, stepping up to the far end of the bar to take a beer from Ruger.

“Not the time or place, brother,” Gate said. “Enjoy your woman’s party. But we gotta talk.”

Talon frowned, but he didn’t argue. “Jenna’s about done with the presents, and I think they’re planning a trip over to the house to help her unpack and put finishing touches on the nursery. I’m gonna let them have that,” Talon chuckled.

Gate’s eyes slid toward Anna, and he wondered what she’d do. Probably tell Stella to catch a ride with Cassie and have a good time while she headed home.

And for not the first time, Gate wondered what Anna’s home was like. Of course, he knew where she lived. Had stepped inside the foyer. But had never ventured any further. Hadn’t wanted to.

But now…. Now, he wanted to know everything he could about the space she called her own.

He knew the house had cost a mint back when it had been on the market, but Anna was from money, so the purchase hadn’t really surprised him too much beyond the fact that swank houses had never seemed important to her before.

Maybe they still weren’t.

And then he wondered how much of the rest of the show she put on was just a façade to hide what was really going on inside her beautiful head.

He glanced her way.

Luscious red hair still halfway down her back. Body petite, but stacked with curves.

Her temper had always matched her hair, and he was curious what had happened to it.

If Stash and Rooster were right, and they always were, Anna had risen through the ranks consulting with the FBI, and that was a whole new political ballgame that required as much finesse as it did fortitude.

He wondered how many times she’d gotten in trouble for telling a superior to fuck off.

Thatwas the Anna that he knew.

Gate nodded, “Women leave, it’s my office.”

Talon tagged his beer from the bar and, slapping Gate on the back, made his way back to Jenna and her girls.

Deuce elbowed Brick, “Wanna hit a game?”

“No, you always win,” Brick complained.

But he followed his brother toward the pool tables anyway.

Layla glanced back and forth between Anna and Gate. “I’m gonna see if I can talk Deuce into a game. I used to be pretty decent.” She winked at Anna, “Later, chica.”

And that left Gate alone with his wife for the first time in fifteen years.

Chapter Eight

The Place Is a Castle

Ryder

Rolling his Harley to a stop, Ryder kicked down the stand, pulled a leg over the seat, and stretched. He’d been riding for hours, taking the trip slow, making sure his cut was clocked all along the way.

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