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He makes a valid point, and we are quiet as we finish our meal, and it isn’t long before Harrington heads toward us with a bright smile.

“I take it your visit was successful.”

Ryder nods. “It was. Thank you for your hospitality.”

He smiles at Sunday.

“If I may offer you a parting gift, Miss. Monroe.”

She is staring at him as if mesmerized and replies in a low voice, “That would be most kind.”

He snaps his fingers, and we turn when another man dressed all in white heads toward us, carrying a white box tied with a red ribbon.

“Compliments of Angel.”

He hands her the box and then turns back to Ryder.

“I expect you will be ready to leave in thirty minutes, as requested. Your bikes have been refueled, and the airfield alerted of your imminent arrival. Your flight is scheduled to leave in ninety minutes’ time. If I can be of any further assistance, please do not hesitate to ask.”

“You have been most kind.”

He smiles and then turns, following the white-livered servant along the path, and we turn to Sunday, who is holding the white box.

“Well, open it, darlin’.”

Creed raises his eyes as he leans forward, and Sunday grins.

As she unties the ribbon and opens the box, she laughs softly.

“Thank fuck for that.”

She pulls out a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt with ‘Angel’ emblazoned in glitter across the front of it in silver. There is a leather jacket as well as sneakers, and she laughs softly.

“When he mentioned the bikes, I was a little concerned that this dress would be inappropriate. I’m amazed they thought of that.”

Snake chuckles. “God, I love this club and I still don’t know who the fuck is a member of it.”

Ryder laughs along with the others, and Sunday turns to me, and her brilliant smile makes me fall in love with her on repeat every time she aims it at me.

CHAPTER 50

SUNDAY

Man, it’s good to be home.

When we returned last night, I was swamped with affection. My feet never touched the ground as I reunited with all my friends. We partied long into the night, swapping stories, jokes, and catching up, and I had way too many Sunday specials, and I prepared every single one of them.

My home is here, my job is here, and my heart is here. And if one day I want to attend beauty college, there is a very good one nearby that will be more than good enough.

The most important item on the agenda today is to relax. To appreciate being home and safe and with the man I love.

He enters the bedroom from the shower, naked and magnificent, and his easy grin always raises one from me. As he sits on the edge of the bed, his gaze is earnest .

“You look good in our bed, darlin’.”

Our bed. How I like the sound of that.

“You look good on the edge of it, but it would be even better if you were inside; inside me, actually.”