the words without thinking but the
moment they leave my lips, I know they’re true. She swallows, takes
a breath, and kisses me softly.
“I’d like that.”
“Good.”
She settles on my chest again and throws her
arm and leg over me. “You know what we should do? A costume party
for Halloween,” she says.
“If you want.”
“What would you be?”
“I don’t do costumes, baby doll.”
“Ugh! You don’t do anything.” She sits
up and stares at me with a pleading look. “Come on . You
can’t go to a costume party in your colors.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not a costume!”
“Not happening.”
“Happening. You could be a pilot, and I’ll be
your naughty flight attendant.”
She waggles her brows at me. I can’t believe
she even remembered that.
“I don’t need a costume for that. I like the
naughty flight attendant part, though.”
“I’m going to ignore that. Do your whole
death thing then. You can be the Grim Reaper.”
“Don’t need a costume for that, either.”
“Gage!” She shouts in irritation. I chuckle
and try to pull her back into my arms, but she swats my hand
away.
“Oh! I could be Lady Death,” she exclaims
excitedly.
“Who’s that?”
She reaches for her phone then straddles me.
When she finds what she’s looking for, she turns the screen toward
me. It’s a picture of a woman wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini
and thigh-high boots. She must have lost her mind.
“What makes you think I’d allow you to wear
that?”
“I can wear a skirt or some shorts…and I’d
have the cape.”
“No. Fuck no.”
“Fine. I’ll work on the costume, but it’s
settled.”
“Says who?”
“Says me. Deal with it.”
She settles next to me once more and I shake
my head in amusement. She really thinks she’s won. I’ll let her
believe she has.
“Millie asked me to do face painting at her
Halloween fair.”
“Yeah? The kids will love that. I’m trying to
see if I can get some of our other charters to come in and help
this year.”
“Help with what?”
“Set-up. Whatever the hell I want them to
do.”
“Okay, Mr. Bossy. But why?”
“What do you mean ‘why’?”
“I mean why would you get involved like
that?”
“Millie didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“I’m the sponsor. Have been since the
beginning.”
She rises up again and gives me an
incredulous stare. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. I came up with the idea but knew
people might not want to get involved because of the MC, so I made
Millie the face of the whole thing. It’s all my money, though.”
“Aww. Gage, that is so sweet!”
She returns to my arms, dropping a kiss on my
chest. There she goes with that damn word again. I am not “sweet”. I need to change the subject.
“There’s a bike show in Atlanta this weekend.
Wanna go with me?”
“Just us?”
“Most of the guys are going, some old ladies,
probably some of the Hounds.”
“Lonnie?”
“Maybe. Don’t you think it’s time we told her
what’s going on?”
“Not yet. If she sees us together, she’ll
know.”
“Bring your friend Chrissy. I’m sure Ron’s
gonna ask her anyway.”
“I’ll think about it. Besides, I’ll have to
get the day off, too.”
“You do that.”
If I have to drag you kicking and
screaming and tie you to my bike, you’re going . It’s time
everyone knows how serious I am.
CHAPTER 11
***Gage***
“Hey, big brother,” Ellen grins at me.
“Hey.”
I kiss her cheek and take a wiggling Mikey
from her arms. He taps my jaws with his palms and giggles
excitedly.
“Unca, Unca, Unca!”
“Hey, buddy. You being a good boy for your
momma?”
“Yes! Good boy!”
“Then that means I have a present for
you.”
His laugh blocks out everything and in this
moment, it’s just me and him. There really is nothing like a
child’s laughter. Too bad I’ll never get to hear the sound from my
own child. He claps his little hands together as I pull the wrapper
off and hand
moment they leave my lips, I know they’re true. She swallows, takes
a breath, and kisses me softly.
“I’d like that.”
“Good.”
She settles on my chest again and throws her
arm and leg over me. “You know what we should do? A costume party
for Halloween,” she says.
“If you want.”
“What would you be?”
“I don’t do costumes, baby doll.”
“Ugh! You don’t do anything.” She sits
up and stares at me with a pleading look. “Come on . You
can’t go to a costume party in your colors.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not a costume!”
“Not happening.”
“Happening. You could be a pilot, and I’ll be
your naughty flight attendant.”
She waggles her brows at me. I can’t believe
she even remembered that.
“I don’t need a costume for that. I like the
naughty flight attendant part, though.”
“I’m going to ignore that. Do your whole
death thing then. You can be the Grim Reaper.”
“Don’t need a costume for that, either.”
“Gage!” She shouts in irritation. I chuckle
and try to pull her back into my arms, but she swats my hand
away.
“Oh! I could be Lady Death,” she exclaims
excitedly.
“Who’s that?”
She reaches for her phone then straddles me.
When she finds what she’s looking for, she turns the screen toward
me. It’s a picture of a woman wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini
and thigh-high boots. She must have lost her mind.
“What makes you think I’d allow you to wear
that?”
“I can wear a skirt or some shorts…and I’d
have the cape.”
“No. Fuck no.”
“Fine. I’ll work on the costume, but it’s
settled.”
“Says who?”
“Says me. Deal with it.”
She settles next to me once more and I shake
my head in amusement. She really thinks she’s won. I’ll let her
believe she has.
“Millie asked me to do face painting at her
Halloween fair.”
“Yeah? The kids will love that. I’m trying to
see if I can get some of our other charters to come in and help
this year.”
“Help with what?”
“Set-up. Whatever the hell I want them to
do.”
“Okay, Mr. Bossy. But why?”
“What do you mean ‘why’?”
“I mean why would you get involved like
that?”
“Millie didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“I’m the sponsor. Have been since the
beginning.”
She rises up again and gives me an
incredulous stare. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. I came up with the idea but knew
people might not want to get involved because of the MC, so I made
Millie the face of the whole thing. It’s all my money, though.”
“Aww. Gage, that is so sweet!”
She returns to my arms, dropping a kiss on my
chest. There she goes with that damn word again. I am not “sweet”. I need to change the subject.
“There’s a bike show in Atlanta this weekend.
Wanna go with me?”
“Just us?”
“Most of the guys are going, some old ladies,
probably some of the Hounds.”
“Lonnie?”
“Maybe. Don’t you think it’s time we told her
what’s going on?”
“Not yet. If she sees us together, she’ll
know.”
“Bring your friend Chrissy. I’m sure Ron’s
gonna ask her anyway.”
“I’ll think about it. Besides, I’ll have to
get the day off, too.”
“You do that.”
If I have to drag you kicking and
screaming and tie you to my bike, you’re going . It’s time
everyone knows how serious I am.
CHAPTER 11
***Gage***
“Hey, big brother,” Ellen grins at me.
“Hey.”
I kiss her cheek and take a wiggling Mikey
from her arms. He taps my jaws with his palms and giggles
excitedly.
“Unca, Unca, Unca!”
“Hey, buddy. You being a good boy for your
momma?”
“Yes! Good boy!”
“Then that means I have a present for
you.”
His laugh blocks out everything and in this
moment, it’s just me and him. There really is nothing like a
child’s laughter. Too bad I’ll never get to hear the sound from my
own child. He claps his little hands together as I pull the wrapper
off and hand
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