“I’ll supervise from the couch.”
I bite down on my lip to keep from laughing even though I’m pretty sure they’re being serious. Still… so adorable.
Lochlan shakes his head. “We should let you rest.”
Gavin struggles to smile. “Thanks for coming. Both of you. And next time you come, I’ll take another couple of sandwiches.”
“You’ve got it,” I say.
“And don’t do anything stupid,” Lochlan adds.
Gavin holds up his hands. “No promises.”
We say our goodbyes and leave the condo, hand in hand as we walk toward the elevator. I can’t stop smiling. I haven’t felt this relaxed and content in so long, I can’t even remember. The afternoon sun is warm on my bare shoulders as we head toward the Escalade. I let my eyes float closed for a quick second while I breathe in the scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers.
I laugh to myself. I literally am taking a moment to smell the flowers.
I don’t think I’ve ever done that before.
“Thank you,” Lochlan says once we get to the truck. “For today. The sandwich. The dress. Coming to see the car. Just being here with me and my crazy family.”
“You don’t have to thank me. I had fun. A lot of fun,” I say.
He turns me to face him, his voice turning husky. “Having someone who actually shows up...” He shakes his head. “I didn’t know I needed that until I met you.”
I rest my arms around his neck and rise up to meet his lips. He reaches behind my head and captures my mouth in a lingering kiss that makes goosebumps shoot up my arm and down my legs. It’s slow. Unhurried. And I never want it to end.
This man with his broken family and his prized Mustang and his loyalty to the people he loves. The one who stands behind me instead of in front of me, who looks at me like I’m not just intimidating, but beautiful and treasured.
My husband.
Oh my God… I’m falling for my husband.
CHAPTER 27
LOCHLAN
Cillian textsme to meet him at the gym a few days later.
My gut clenched when I saw the text. It shouldn’t have. We spar a couple times a week. It’s a good way to blow off steam. After the past few days, I need it.
But those assholes who jumped G are still out there. Maybe Wolfe has the names and Cillian wants to plot out our revenge plans. He was supposed to have the info a couple of days ago, but I haven’t heard anything yet. Christ, I’d love to put my fist through their throats.
And speaking of putting a fist through someone’s throat… I can’t stop thinking about Ronan and our last conversation. The look on his face when I told him he wasn’t my brother anymore. How he just stood there without flinching. Like we were talking about the fucking weather.
Bastard.
I pull into the parking lot and grab my bag from the trunk. The gym’s a no-frills MMA spot in Dorchester that reeks of sweat and feet. It’s got the basics—mats, bags, cage. Cillian found it years ago. There’s no Molloy name on the door. No one gives a shit who we are when we step inside.
Wolfe’s car is here. I furrow my brows as I pass it. Weird. He doesn’t train with us.
I push through the door and stop short.
Ronan stands by the cage with his arms crossed and jaw tight.
My stomach drops. Then anger kicks in.
I twist toward Cillian. “What the fuck is this?”
