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GRACIE

Six Months Later

“ N ow, I don’t know what you did to get this boy on a leash, but please, keep it tight,” Knight says, and the entire table of bikers erupts into raucous laughter.

In the distance, the sound of rumbling engines from the last few Riders pulling into the outdoor barbecue fills the air.

Getting used to spending time with this rough-and-tumble sort came easier than I thought it would.

Though I know what they do, the good and the bad, they’ve always made me feel welcome.

“Who says it isn’t the other way around?” I turn to my fiancé, giving him a wink. “Don’t you know I’m the wild cat between us?”

Another bout of joyous laughter follows.

“Well, Gracie, you’re a fantastic addition to this little family of ours. Don’t listen to Knight. He knows who wears the pants in this relationship,” Lora teases him and jabs a soft elbow into his belly.

“And let’s face it, neither I nor Talon would have it any other way.” Knight nods, but the tender smile on his face as he looks into his wife’s eyes is enough to melt my heart. “Now, while I have everyone here, let’s get down to business.”

“Which is our cue to drift off,” Talon whispers in my ear.

“Drift off, you say?” I raise a brow.

“Yes, to about six months from now when we’re sitting on our patio, staring up at the beautiful night sky, with our little boy in our arms.” He leans in close, resting his head on my shoulder.

“Two pups at our feet, the warm spring breeze carrying the smell of summer on its wings, and you and me, so deeply in love we want the whole damn world to stop for a while.” He tilts his face to the side, pecking me softly on the cheek.

“Well, maybe that last part is true right now. And every time I look at you.”

“Talon,” I say his name in a whisper. “Stop, you’re gonna make me blush.”

“Then do it. Let them all see those rosy red cheeks that made me fall in love with you. It’s not my fault if they get jealous.

” With a smirk, Talon brings his hand over my belly and rests it against our son’s kicking.

He keeps it there, while we stare off into the wide-open fields surrounding the outdoor barbecue.

Life’s better than good. It’s fucking amazing.

And we’ve only just started.