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I stared up at my husband, the sharpest man I knew, wondering how, at least with one thing, he could be so dumb.

“Uh, I don’t think so.”

His gaze cut back to me. “Come again?”

“The woman we just saw was the female adult equivalent of a six-year-old who just learned there’s no Santa Claus, no Easter Bu

He looked to the heavens and muttered, “Fuck.”

“Seriously,” I snapped.

He looked back to me. “Red, I’m tellin’ you,” his fingers on my neck squeezed, “do not get involved.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “As his brother, seeing him, seeing her, how could you not get involved?”

He dipped his face close to mine. “ ’Cause she was ru

“Tack—”

“Tyra, do not get involved,” he ground out.

“Whatever happened between them, she was devastated,” I hissed.

“Good,” he clipped. “She rained that shit on High, she deserves it and a fuckuva lot more.”

Loved my man.

But I was right.

Like any man blinded by loyalty to a brother, about this shit he was so dumb.

“Has it occurred to you that a biker-hating woman would be nowhere near Wild Bill’s field no matter what she might need unless what she needs is what she needs?” I asked.

“Nothin’ occurs to me except takin’ my brother’s back, Tyra,” he returned. “And you need to listen to this, baby, and let it sink way the fuck in. Every brother is go

I drew in a sharp breath.

He heard me do that and muttered, “You get me.”

“Tack—”

“Let it go.”

“Tack!”

“Red.” He got super close. “Let... it... go.”

He stared into my eyes.

I stared into his.

Neither of us said a word.

Tack broke the silence.

“You go

“I haven’t decided yet,” I snapped.

He drew back a bit and gri

“Take your mind off it.”

I rolled my eyes.

He came back in and brushed my mouth with his. “Still riding the high of the Trench, baby. Now wantin’ to ride something else.”

It sucked but even after a decade with this man, I knew he was a very good rider, so even ticked at him, that did it for me.

I reached out and grabbed his hand, declaring, “We’ll talk more about it later.”

“No, we won’t.”

“We so will.”

He shook his head, turned, and tugging my hand, gri

We got in it and my husband took my mind off High and a woman called Millie Cross.

He did it thoroughly.

But even so, I was me.

So it was only temporarily.

Millie

Twenty-three years earlier...

“Five?” I asked incredulously.

“Five,” he answered, gri

I was naked on top of Logan in his bed in the two-bedroom apartment he shared with some guy who was not Chaos.

But, since Logan figured his time as a recruit was coming to an end, and his pay at work would increase, this meant he was pla

He’d just made love to me after taking me to a fancy steak di

It was fantastic. I got to dress up. I got to see Logan’s version of dressed up (nice shirt, not-too-faded jeans, the ever-present Chaos cut).

He’d not blinked an eye when I got carded after I ordered a beer and showed my fake ID (though he’d teased me about getting away with it when the waiter was gone).

He’d talked me into trying Rocky Mountain oysters (not my favorite) and elk (delicious).

We’d laughed, talked, held hands over the table, and played footsie under it.

In other words, this, our fourth date, was just as good as all three preceding it.

Now we were in his bed and Logan had just told me he wanted five kids.

Five.

My “Seriously?” was again incredulous.

He shrugged against the mattress, still gri

His arms wrapped tighter and he kept talking.

“Love my family, Millie. Love spendin’ time with them. And I got a lot of that growin’ up. The best times were holidays. Nearly all Dad and Ma’s kin still lived around Durango and we’d get together all the time. Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas. Lots of food. Loud. Wild. All the kids would go trick-or-treatin’ together, big brood, terrorizin’ the neighborhoods. Huge graduation parties. Big sweet-sixteen parties. We were tight and it was a blast.”

I was no longer incredulous.

I was deeper in love.

“You miss it,” I said softly.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Think, later, my folks wished they didn’t stop. All except for two of their brothers, the rest went whole hog with makin’ babies and not many have moved away, so they still got that in Durango. Same goodness, gettin’ bigger all the time. Fuck, my uncle had to put up a tent last Thanksgiving and heat it so he could put tables out there ’cause there was no room in the house. Which meant, all a’ us out there got to be even louder and rowdier and he didn’t give a fuck. Loved it. We all do.”

I smiled at him. “Sounds like fun.”

His arms around me gave me a squeeze. “Take you there next Thanksgiving.”

That was a future date I was very much looking forward to.

Then again, four days, four dates, and I looked forward more and more to every one.

“I just have a sister,” I told him, changing the subject because I didn’t want to scare him with showing just how much that was true. “Always wanted a brother too.”

He lifted a hand and touched his finger to my temple, trailing it down and back, over my ear until he cupped his hand around the back of my neck.

“You’re young, baby, but you think about kids?” he asked.

“My sister is the absolute best and no way in hell I’m go

Seeing that, I decided I wasn’t done.

“If this means I have to have three boys before I get my two girls, or five boys, I don’t care. I’m going until I get two girls.”

He started chuckling, his brown eyes lit with humor and warmth, but that soft look never left his face.

“So, you’re prepared to push out seven kids,” he remarked.

“That would not be the optimal scenario,” I replied. “But, yes. To get what I want I’m prepared.”

“Well, I want boys. I’ve got a sister, good friends back in Durango. Havin’ that, not losin’ it even leavin’ town and leavin’ them behind when I headed out to see what was up next in life meant I looked for it here in Denver. And that led me to Chaos. So I know what havin’ a brother is but wish I had it all my life. Want my boys to have that.”

“So, best case, two boys, two girls. Worst case, two boys, two girls, and various wildcards,” I replied, and Logan chuckled again.

“Yeah, though, worst case don’t sound too bad either.”

He was right and I didn’t care that we only had four dates and it was early.