She smiled into his chest, snuggled deeper, and his hand found her hip.
There’d been a moment earlier that day when he thought about how her life would look without him, but as dire as the shit with Dwayne had been, he couldn’t accept him not being at the center of Sunny’s universe and vice versa. The only option had been to fight to live to be with her.
And he’d fight every single time to stay with her.
He skimmed his lips over her forehead. “Try to get some sleep, baby. We’ll go home early.”
“I won’t be able to let you out of my sight for a while, Seb.” She pre-warned.
He smiled in the darkened room and closed his eyes. “That’s fine with me.”
Sunny was true to her word. She stuck to him like glue for weeks, flying into a panic if she couldn’t reach him instantly. Seb did everything he could to settle his wife until their lives were normal again. Dwayne, and the shit he’d brought, forgotten about forever.
That night, three weeks later, they were holding a going-away party for Tanner in the clubhouse. The Priest brothers sat side by side near the roaring bonfire, with matching mannerisms, each having a beer.
The little shit had decided out of the blue to travel around other chapters, and he was taking off in the morning.
It was the first time a prospect had gone nomadic.
His little bro said he wanted more experience to help the Souls later. Seb wondered if Clover was the reason Tanner had changed so much lately. He noted his sister-in-law was absent from the party.
“Are you sure you wanna go? You’re breaking Mom’s heart.”
Tanner pulled on the beer for a long drink. “She’ll be fine. She still has you and Dad, and I won’t be gone for that long.”
It would later turn out to be a lie.
“I hear the Tennessee chapter gets wild.”
“Keep out of trouble,” Seb warned. “I don’t wanna have to ride through the night to bail you out of shit.”
“But you would, right?” Tanner smirked, and Seb cuffed him around the back of the head.
“Yeah, but I won’t be happy about it.”
“You think you’ll make me an uncle by the time I come home?”
“You better bring your ass home long before then. Sunny wants to become a teacher first, before we have kids.”
“She might talk to me by then,” Tanner remarked, flattening his lips.
Sunny had spoken to Tanner some over the weeks, because, like his wife, his brother had also kept close tabs on Seb, like they thought he would fall apart for killing his father. But their exchanges had been coolly polite at best on Sunny’s end.
“She’ll be talking to you much faster if you weren’t running away.”
“It sounds like you’re gonna miss me, bro.”
“I know I push your ass,” Seb stated, “but I still want you around, not in backwaters Alabama.”
“I might settle in the New York chapter, become a yuppie biker.” He chuckled, and Seb joined him.
Right then, Lily, Tag’s sweetheart daughter and everyone’s friend, stormed by the pair, her hair flying behind in her haste, and she was yelling. “Don’t even think about following me, Zane Marinos, I will file a restraining order against your pestering ass.” Sure enough, a second later, Zane, also named Hero, prowled after the petite girl, a look of determination and fury on his face as his thick biker boots ate up the space, and Seb watched as he grabbed Lily’s wrist to stop her. Seb expected her to crack Hero across the face, but she only glared up at him, and then, soundless, Hero pulled her behind him, leading her into the clubhouse.
“What’s going on there?” he jutted his chin toward the door.
“You don’t wanna know. Hero’s lost his marbles, that’s for damn sure.”
“She’s serious about the restraining order?”
