Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I’d gotten it the day after she’d moved in, knowing even then that I’d wanted her to be in my life permanently.
Her eyes widened as she stared at the ring.
She immediately snatched it out of my grasp and jammed it down onto her finger.
She held out her hand, her mouth wide, and said, “Holy shit, it fits!”
Laughing now, I pulled her into my arms and said, “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t know every single detail about you, especially when it comes to your body?”
“I’m just fluctuating in weight. Even I didn’t know what size I’d be.” She looped her arms around my neck and brought her lips close to mine. “Hey, Copper?”
“Yeah?” I asked, keeping that small bit of space between us.
“Are you going to ask me?” she asked.
“Asking means that I give you the option of saying no.” I bent forward until I spoke the last few words against her lips. “I don’t want the option available to you. But I will say this. You’re going to marry me. You’re going to be the mother of my children. You’re going to spend the rest of your life posting up on my office couch. You’re going to love me unconditionally. You’re going to stand by me. You’re going to let me adopt Holt. You’re going to love me until the end of your days. And in exchange, I’m going to marry you and give you everything I have to give. My love. My support. My strength. You only need to ask, and I’ll give it to you.”
She pressed forward. “What if I want you to kill someone for me?”
I growled and pressed my lips more firmly to hers, my tongue dancing over hers.
Pulling back only slightly, my lips wet with her taste, I said, “Just point them out, baby. I’ll take care of it.”
She giggled. “I’ll let you know if the desire ever arises.”
“We’ll get married at the courthouse tomorrow,” I declared.
Her eyes widened. “No church wedding?”
I grimaced as I said, “I guess if you want to.”
She snorted and pulled away, reaching for my helmet.
“Come down here.”
I hunched forward to allow her to put on my helmet, then tighten the strap around my chin.
She tied it too tight, but I didn’t tell her that.
Instead, I winked at her.
“That’s not too tight?” she asked.
“No, it’s perfect,” I lied.
“And as to tomorrow,” she said as she let my head go. “I’ll get married under one condition.”
“And what’s that?” I asked.
“We get the club to be there, too,” she said. “They’ve been a huge part of my life these last few months. Oh, and Stacy if she can get the time off.”
I snorted. “I’m sure she’d be willing to go.”
I’d make her if she wasn’t.
“Come on.” She patted the seat. “I want to go see my kid. And we have to talk about a club party on a Tuesday.”
Chuckling, I followed orders.
And when she climbed on, she all but wrapped her entire body around me for dear life.
“Copper,” she said just before I started the bike up.
“Yeah, baby girl?” I asked.
“I’ve never been so happy in my life.”
A lump rose in my throat. “I haven’t, either.”
Twenty-One
You just buttered your last biscuit.
—Text from Baker to Copper
COPPER
I was getting married in twenty-five minutes, but I had a stop to make before the courthouse.
Last night, I’d had the club’s lawyer, Malone, draw up a few things for me.
One of which I was about to get taken care of so I could get it done while I was at the courthouse marrying my girl.
Pulling the bike to a stop at the curb, I walked up the front walk of the house that I’d rescued Baker’s things from all those months ago.
I knocked, but made sure to stand to the side so the little weasel couldn’t see me and not answer the door.
I shouldn’t have bothered, because it was more than obvious within two seconds of standing there that the fucker wouldn’t hear me anyway.
I pulled my lock picking tools out of my pocket and started to slide them inside the door handle when a thought occurred to me.
I checked to make sure it was locked and found that it wasn’t.
Rolling my eyes, I shoved the tools back into my pocket, then let myself inside.
I followed the sounds of the cursing and screaming of “he hit me, bro! I’m down!” to the back bedroom where he’d moved his computer stuff to.
I took a look around at the room that’d once been the place where Baker had suffered the most and snarled in disgust.
Backtracking, I went to the closet where I’d seen the modem the last time I was here and ripped the cord from the wall, breaking the lines inside the wall somewhere.
There was a short moment when he still had internet, and then, “What the fuck, bro! I’m lagging hard, bro!”