“Cass and Cale. They have made it clear to the docs here that they are your parents,” I fill her in. “They love you, baby.”
“I know,” she cries. “I love them, too. They have been more parents to me than my own, even though I have only known Cale for a few years.”
“I got an earful from her.” Racer chuckles. “She is hot, but scary as fuck, and keeps it in check that I do not need or want a fucking woman.”
She chuckles and each sound hits me in the chest that I could have lost her.
“You, Racer, will meet a woman who will challenge you, who will keep you on your toes but you will love her fiercely.”
His brow arches, his lips twitch. He folds his arms across his chest, staring at her, while we wait for him to shoot down her thoughts of him finding a woman.
“She will need to be extra fucking special and have a golden pussy to capture the heart of our broody Pres, here.” Savage nudges his shoulder.
“Don’t be crass, Savage,” my girl scolds him but I hear the humor in her tone.
She is no wilting flower and just seeing her now, hurting, and recovering, she is handling my brothers like a champ.
“Oh, baby, if you stay with this handsome man, you will know that I say what I feel, and have no regrets. Life is too short. Be you, always, babe. It makes life so much fucking easier, and funnier.” He winks.
She yawns.
“That is our cue to leave,” Target speaks up while coming around the bed, leaning in to kiss the top of her head, then brushes her bangs to one side.
A low growl slips past my lips, making the fucker grin.
“I get it brother, I have a hot woman of my own,” he says to me, then looks back to Stevie. “You rest up, then you can have girly time with Mads and Darian.”
His words trigger something in her.
“Glory,” she cries out.
“She is at the clubhouse; a prospect went to get her. She is loving life with my dogs,” Target tells her
“Oh, okay. Damn, she might not want to come home.” She smiles.
“We will let you rest. You need anything, honey, you tell your man and we will get it. We will send a nurse in.”
“I will, thank you.” She gives Pres a sweet smile that I know melts the broody fucker.
My brothers leave, but not before Savage has the last word.
“You stole my man, so you had better take good care of him, lady,” he says to her, and she giggles.
With her hand over her heart, she smiles.
“I promise to take care of his heart, Savage.”
“And his dick, it is a pretty one.” Her eyes widen, before she nods, then bites her lip.
“And his dick.” I laugh at her reply.
He blows us a kiss and leaves.
Turning back to Stevie I lean in, pressing a kiss to her lips. Her hand goes to my jaw, and I break the connection, resting my forehead against hers.
“How are you really?” I ask, my voice low.
Since she was taken from me and into surgery, my fucking mind wandered to so many bad scenarios. Waiting was agony, but so was having to tell Cass what had happened.
