Page 80 of Quiet Rage

“A band and a dance floor,” Wren muses.

“And a foam pit,” Easton adds. When Emma tips her head to the side, eyes narrowed, he shrugs. “Nobody has to take their clothes off or anything. Just, you know. Playing in the bubbles.”

“This went from a party in the house to an outdoor event.” Tamson shakes her head, grinning when she looks at me. “Maybe we could rent some bouncy castles.”

“I like where your head’s at,” Tucker announces, giving her a thumbs up. “Drunken bouncy castles. What could go wrong?”

It’s not easy, believing this is my life. My girlfriend, getting along with everybody. One of us. And all because she chose to forgive me. She chose to give me a second chance. She chooses to love me every day.

Her love is what’s pushing me through legitimizing every aspect of the businesses I took over. No matter how exhausting it is, juggling school and work, all it takes is one look at my Dragonfly to remember why I’m going through all this shit. She deserves the world. She’s better than me, for damn sure.

Somehow, she thinks I’m worthy of her. I’m nowhere close, but I’ll keep trying every day to be who she needs.

“Fine,” I sigh, giving her ass a squeeze. “Yes to the band and maybe to the foam pit, but no bouncing. I’m not paying for anybody’s hospital bills.”

“What did I tell you?” Carter winks at Tamson. “Come up with something totally ridiculous for him to say no to, and everything else looks more reasonable.”

“Did I just get played?” I ask, making the rest of the table burst out laughing while Tamson throws her arms around my neck.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.