Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
The three of them started twirling around.
Happiness shined through her expression. It was the only thing that I’d ever wanted to see. Had spent so much time thinking I’d be the one to destroy her that I’d never been brave enough to imagine that I might be a part of putting that joy on her face.
But Raven was brave enough for the both of us. Bold enough to tell me what she wanted and demand what she needed. Good enough to take the time to show me that I didn’t have to forfeit this life in favor of the rage. Strong enough to show me that I also deserved the best things in this life.
There was no way to get Haddie back. No way to undo the tragedy and the loss.
The only power we had was in the day. In the moments that were laid out in front of us.
I’d never again be the fool who wasted them.
River chuckled under his breath where he nursed a beer beside me. His affection so stark as he watched his little family dance in the middle of my living room.
“Never is gonna get old, is it?” he mused, gazing at the three of them having a blast.
“Nope,” I agreed.
Guessed he and I hadn’t ever been closer, either. The things I’d kept like dirty secrets dragged out into the open, given for all of them to see. I should’ve known my crew would always support me. Should have gotten they’d stand beside me.
We’d always ride together.
No matter what.
All of them were here, enjoying a Sunday afternoon, the way we did each week. All except for Cash who remained secluded in his cabin.
Except today, Kane was all off, sitting by himself at the little table beneath the window, staring out at the lake in the distance as he downed his third tumbler of scotch.
Normally, he was loud and raucous and right in the middle of the mix, but right then, a dark cloud loomed over his head.
I glanced at River who’d noticed it, too, and he hefted a shoulder. “Don’t know what’s up with him,” he grumbled below his breath.
I shrugged, too, though I figured I’d better check it out, so I pushed from the island and meandered over to the table.
I plopped down onto a chair. When he didn’t even acknowledge me, I nudged his calf with the toe of my boot, keeping my voice quiet as I asked, “What the hell is up with you, man?”
“Nothin’,” he grunted, taking another swig.
“Nothin’? You’ve been sitting over here acting like a broody fucker for the whole day when you’re normally over there instigating the shenanigans.” I pointed a finger at the mess out in the middle of the living room.
He roughed an agitated hand through his hair before he turned his head to the side, his throat bobbing heavily as he swallowed.
Then he looked up at me with fear and disbelief written all over his face. “Seems I have a kid. And her mother is dead.”