Page 79 of Heart of Stone

"Perfect," she says, leaning into me. "Though I think Abby just convinced Axel to let her sit on his bike."

I glance over to where our daughter is indeed climbing onto the enforcer's prized Harley, her dress hitched up to her knees.

"Should we stop her?"

Andi laughs. "Nah. She's got him wrapped around her finger almost as bad as you."

"Like mother, like daughter."

She turns in my arms, pressing close. "I love you."

"Love you too, little lamb." I kiss her soft and sweet. "Always will."

Around us, the party rages on. Our crazy, beautiful, mixed-up family celebrating in the only way we know how.

Loud, chaotic, and full of love.

Fucking perfect.