Page 278 of Remiss

She might decide to cut it off again and he really didn’t want that, so he scrubbed his own towel over his hair one last time, then wrapped it around his waist.

“Wait here, baby.”

She yawned again. “Okay.”

In her closet, he found her fluffy royal blue robe, then went back into the bathroom where she still sat at her vanity and held it out.

Smiling, she got to her feet and shrugged into the robe, not protesting when he got her favorite comb, and nodded at the seat. The moment she sat, he began working the comb through a portion of her hair.

“Did I tell you I got the cabin all booked?” he asked a few minutes later.

She gasped and her eyes met his in the mirror. “No!” she said, suddenly wide awake. “Are we leaving this week…?”

The anniversary of their church wedding was two days away. He lowered his gaze and focused on her hair, feeling like a motherfucker. “We leave Wednesday, April 17th. I figured we could spend a couple days on the road. Just you and me. The cabin booked for the 19thand 20th. We leave early that Sunday and get home that evening.”

She tipped her head back. “We’ll take the long route to get there?”

“If that’s okay.”

“There’s nothing I’d love better.”

“When we get back, we gonna just have a few days before Jo finally released from the hospital.”

“And not long after that will be Rebel and Rule’s birthday.”

“Yeah, baby.”

Megan got to her feet and stepped into his arms. “I know there’s still so much to do. Harley. Tabitha.Bash. Bailey and Mortician. Digger and Bunny. But Molly is back. She has a long road ahead of her, but she’s safe again. Our kids are healing. It feels as if you and I finally have our lives back and we’re stronger than ever.”

“Yeah, baby. We fuckin’ up Fuckhead One and Fuckhead Two—” Also known as Nardo and his old man— “And seein’ to Harley. Who knows? Maybe her and CJ can be friends again.”

Megan nodded, her eyes beaming, her look tender. “I love you so much, Christopher. I’m just so happy right now.”

“Me too, baby.” He ignored the tingling of unease, not wanting to dampen his woman’s mood. “And I love the fuck outta you. Whatever come our way, we survivin’ like always, hear me, Megan?”

“We’re stronger together,” Megan said happily. “But I really feel that we’re at a turning point and life will look up for everyone.”

She was right. That old pessimism that once drove him had no place in their lives. She was back in his arms, loving on him the way he did her.

His wife. His woman.

His Megan.