“I think you do.” He chuckled. “Breanna can help you. We got a couple of other old ladies, Sam and Shannon. They’ll teach you the ropes.”
“I thought Breanna was the only one.”
“She’s our president’s old lady, so she’s the head. You’ll be second since I’m an officer. Sam is Tattoo Mike’s old lady and Shannon’s Rooster’s. They’re older and been around for as long as I’ve been with the Night Rebels.”
“I’ll have to meet them. I like Breanna a lot.”
“That’s good. You made me happy.”
“And you make me ecstatic. I love you,” she said against his skin.
“I love you too.”
He stroked her hair for a long time. Once she’d fallen asleep, he held her tightly.
She’d entered his life when he wasn’t looking for love, and then he’d found it just like that—one flashing, throbbing moment. And he couldn’t imagine it any other way.
