Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 137310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
God, he was just killing me.
Sensing why his mom had to do what she had to do to get by.
How alone they were.
How alone he was after she was gone.
How much he loved her and how much he lost.
And that he had enough trust in me to be this beautifully honest.
Yes.
Totally killing me.
Hugger kept going, and I knew by the change in his tone that it was about to get even worse.
“She would listen to this song,” he whispered. “And sometimes, she’d sing it to me.”
“What song, honey?” I whispered back.
“‘You and Me Against the World.’ Heard it?”
I shook my head while swallowing, holding back tears, because just the title of the song done me in.
“That song…” He took a second, then he said, “It was like she was preparing me for when she wouldn’t be there.”
Oh God.
“I wanna hear the song,” I croaked.
“I’ll play it for you later, baby,” he murmured.
“Okay.”
He pulled breath into his nose and kept giving it to me.
“So, yeah. I got so stuck in the grief, when Chaos took me on, I didn’t realize what was all around me. What she wanted for me. What Pete and Rush went out of their way to find me and give to me. What all the brothers and the old ladies and the kids gave me from the get-go.”
I loved he was understanding what he had with his Club.
I loved it.
But I had a sinking sensation in my stomach because of what he was saying.
His family was in Denver.
And mine was in Phoenix.
With the life he lived, I couldn’t take that from him. Especially not now when he was comprehending the fullness of what his mother gave him.
Even though I just lost some of mine, I got the important parts back.
Still.
So Hugger could have his family, I was going to have to move to Denver.
“Di?” he called.
I tipped my head back to catch his gaze. “I can’t contain my joy that you’re figuring it out, Hug. I haven’t met them all, but the ones I’ve met are awesome. And I can tell by the way they treat you they think the same about you.”
“Yeah.”
“So, if that was what she wanted, your mom would be happy you’re with them?” I asked a question I knew the answer to.
“She totally would.”
God.
I was going to have to move to Denver.
“You get one parking spot with this unit, or two?” he asked.
I blinked slowly, not following his change of subject. “Sorry?”
“Your parking spot come with the property, or you rent it?”
“It comes with.”
“Just one?”
“No,” I breathed. “There are two. And, um, a big storage room. I mean, not humungous, but it fits my Christmas tree and other stuff. Though, I don’t have a lot of other stuff, so it’s mostly empty.”
“Mm,” he hummed.
“Why did you ask that?”
“’Cause, I move in, I gotta have somewhere to park my truck so I don’t have to get in a fuckin’ oven whenever I use it.”
My body went completely still.
“Now, this is the way I see it,” he went on.
Suddenly, even if a second prior I would have told you I could take no more, I could not wait to find out the way he saw it.
“I’m all ears,” I practically panted.
He smiled at me, rolled to his back, pulling me on top.
He then gathered my hair at my neck and held it there in both hands, resting his forearms on my bare back.
“I go home. I figure shit out. Won’t take long, but it’s gotta be done. You come up for a weekend, meet the brothers, their women, the kids. I show you Denver. If you fall in love, sweet. If you don’t, I talk to my brother Snap. He owns a ton of properties. Rentals. He buys ’em, fixes ’em up, rents ’em out. He’d help me do that to my pad. I rent it out, I got income.”
“I—”
“I move in with you when I move down here.”
When I move down here.
I melted into his body.
He kept speaking.
“Already seems we do okay with that, I mean living together, but we’re new. Might just be first blush of all we got going. Lots going down, we haven’t really gotten to real, day-to-day life shit. We conquer that and we’re good, we’re golden. We don’t, I move out, we get to know each other the normal way, I move back in when we’re ready. We got a plan?”
My voice was hoarse when I asked, “What about the Club?”
“I don’t need a lot, so I got a good amount saved, though gonna have to use some of it to fix up my place. I won’t feel good takin’ my cut if I’m not doin’ my bit for them, but I’ll have to have that discussion with them. Although all MCs have rules and regs, a hierarchy, none of them are about puttin’ a man in chains. Or not any I know of. Though, what I know right down to my gut is my Club will not stand in the way of me having you.”