Page 140 of Finding Denver

She smiles. “Opening on Sundays.”

“Not …” I groan. “Denver, we’re not opening on Sundays.”

“Just for a few hours!”

I huff. “Fine.”

She wiggles excitedly. “Yay.”

We fall asleep talking about a future that’s within our reach, and for the first time in what feels like days but is only hours, the tension in me unravels.

We have a long way to go. Ranger is still out there. Theo needs protecting. Spider is still an issue, too, probably lying low and waiting for his chance to strike. It’s not gonna be easy, but as long as we’re together, we’ll be fine.

Denver groans. “Loud noises.”

I open an eye, my face buried in her hair. Sunlight isstreaming through the window, warming my back. “What?”

She throws her hand toward the door. “Someone is downstairs.”

Footsteps thunder down the hall, and my bedroom door opens. “Hey, dickhead, are you still alive? Because I need to use your car?—”

Wilder freezes in place and Denver throws the covers over her head. I groan and sit up. “Don’t you fucking knock?”

He grins at me. “After your eight years of celibacy, the most I’ve had to worry about is walking in on you jerking off.”

“Get out, Wilder!” He holds up his hands and leaves the room. Gray eyes peek from the covers. “Sorry.” I kiss her and climb out of bed, pulling on sweats and a T-shirt. “Do not even think about getting dressed.”

“Yes, sir,” she calls back as I close the door.

Wilder is in the kitchen, looking both smug and happy for me. I point at him. “Not a fucking word. Why do you need my car?”

“Because Holly said she wants to ride around in the loud car today.”

I toss him the keys before flicking on the coffee machine. “Fill it up before you bring it back.” I roll my shoulder, and he watches me.

“What’s with the pain face?”

I shake my head. “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you later.”

He gives me a thumbs up and stalls when he turns.

Denver has appeared. Her hair is disheveled, and she twists the end of my jersey in her fingers. “Morning.”

Wilder plays with the keys in hishands. “Morning. What did you do to my brother? He’s pulling his ugly pain face.”

She bounces on the balls of her feet. “He got shot.”

“Again?” Wilder looks at me. “People either need to get better at aiming or leave you the fuck alone.”

I grumble my agreement as I pour two coffees. Denver comes to stand by me, her phone in hand. “I’m just going to call Axel about the wedding.”

“Okay.” She kisses me as she passes, and I can’t help watching her as she heads outside.

“Wedding?” Wilder asks. “That was fast.”

I grin into my coffee cup. “Not us.”

Not yet, at least.