In Tune (Red Bird Trail Trilogy Book 3) by Laramie Briscoe Page A

how we should mess around—ya know, have a fling.” Cash took the cookies from her, put them on the hood, and turned so that he leaned against the front, pulling Harper into him.
    The smile she gave him was soft. “I was an idiot to think it could have ever been like that with you.”
    “If you’re an idiot, then I’m an idiot, because I thought the same thing. I had no idea that the chick who let me steal her parking spot was about to change my life forever.” He bit his bottom lip, brushing her hair back from her face.
    Leaning into his caress, she closed her eyes, enjoying their moment. “I had no idea that the asshole who stole the parking spot would change my life forever either.”
    Cash broke apart from her and grabbed the container of cookies, pulling her towards the front of the clubhouse with him. “We’re gonna make it, right?” he echoed the thoughts that she’d asked him not too long ago.
    She giggled. “Damn straight we are. We are in tune.”
    He stopped, his eyebrows raised. “And look at that, the cute girl who doesn’t know how to pop her hood just used car lingo.”
    “You’ve taught me a lot.”
    He opened the door to the clubhouse, observing the people he now called friends and family. “You’ve taught me a lot too. They’ve taught me a lot.”
    “What’s your most valuable lesson?” Liam asked as he came up to them, hearing their conversation.
    “Family isn’t blood; family isn’t what you’re born into. Family is the people who care when the going gets tough and have your back no matter what.”
    Liam grinned widely. “You’ve figured it out, my man. You got it.”
    And Cash knew without a doubt that he did.

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Epilogue

    Eight Years Later
    “C ’mon, Rem,” Cash encouraged as he grabbed up the diaper bag Harper had left him on the couch. “We’ve got to haul ass if we’re going to make it.”
    Cash slipped his feet into the only pair of dress shoes he owned and made sure the button-down shirt he wore lay flat against his chest. Rolling the sleeves up, he wondered if he should let the tattoo work he’d had done on his forearms be covered for the night but then realized he was who he was, and that would have to be fine with anyone who wanted to come into Southern Delight .
    Checking his nails to make sure he’d gotten all the grease out from under them, he sighed. It had been a crazy rush to get home from the small custom shop he owned to get them ready. Cash’s Customs had taken off in a bigger way than he’d ever thought it would. He worked mostly on imports, and he employed kids who needed help as he had. Having it located next door to Walker’s Wheels was also a blessing.
    “If you’ve got the diaper bag, I’ve got the Princess.” Remy carried his niece on his hip as they came down the stairs.
    It struck Cash right then how far they had come. At twenty, Remy would be a sophomore at Western Kentucky University in the fall—still unsure of what he wanted to study—but he was getting that chance. A chance that none of them had ever had. It had been years since he’d had an asthma attack – he even played pick-up basketball on the weekends now. In his arms was the pride and joy of all three of their lives.
    Madison Grace had been a surprise…in every way. Coming a year before Cash and Harper had planned to even begin trying for children, three years into their marriage, and right in the middle of Harper planning on opening up her own bakery. It hadn’t been easy, but nothing for them ever had been. They’d had to put the plans off for a few months, and now that Madison was almost two years old, they had worked it out so that Harper’s dream could come true.
    “Not right now, baby girl,” Cash told his daughter as she reached for him. “We’ve got to get going or your mama’s gonna have my ass.” He made sure he had the diaper bag, grabbed up the flowers he’d bought for Harper, and checked his pocket to make sure he had his wallet and