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“Hell, the way I see it we don’t stop until we get him on the whole trifecta,” I growl.
“It might be for the best that you haven’t told her the marriage isn’t real,” she says. “Or at least haven’t told the public yet. It could be what’s keeping her family at bay.”
“Yeah.” But for how long? At what point are they going to try to take Ivy from me despite the appearance that we’re husband and wife? At what point will it be too late for my sweet girl to forgive me one last time?
“I’ll keep you up to date.” Marty clasps my arm and then she strides to the front of the store and disappears into the street.
I wait a few minutes before I leave as well. Climbing into the Jeep I text Riot to see if he feels like hitting the motocross track with me. There’s an edgy twitchiness in me that I need to burn off before I go home to Ivy.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ivy
Goodmorningworld,isn’tit a beautiful day? I yawn, stretch off the languorous effects of sleep. Last night was amazing. I’m sore in places I don’t think I knew could be sore. And if I did, go me… this girl is satisfied.
My husband is not in bed beside me. The sheets are crumpled and any lingering body heat has dispersed. I bite my lip and smile. Sex is one thing, but love… the connection… the sweetness… it’s something else. It feels like my heart has known Rogue Maddox forever. Like it was inevitable that I would find myself falling for him all over again.
When he told me about our wedding I could see it so clearly. Felt like I was really there. Perhaps in a way I remember it? Is that possible? Or does it feel like that because it was so perfectly what I imagined?
I rub my thumb over the sapphire still on my finger as I climb out of bed. Rogue doesn’t shy away from what he wants or who he is or how he likes to show his affection. It’s going to take me some time to get used to the fact that the only motive he has is his feelings.
Jackson is on duty when I enter the kitchen. Coffee duty that is. “Where’s Rogue?”
“He had an appointment.” Jackson hands me my caramel mocha. “He wasn’t sure how long he would be.”
So I’m alone? With a bodyguard, but alone? Because he finally feels confident that I can handle being on my own? Can this day get any better? I grab my phone and check my notifications. I don’t have many with this being a new number that I haven’t given out to many people. Only two texts. One from Dizzy asking if I’d like to hang out. And the other from Rogue that basically tells me had to go out and will be back as soon as he can and that he loves me.
Smiling, I respond with a good morning. And then I try my luck and ask if Dizzy can come to the apartment. Since Jackson is with me and security on the building is tight it shouldn’t be too much of an ask. I hope.
When he replies, it’s with a smiley face and hearts emoji followed by a yes. So apparently this day can get better after all. I quickly tap a text that I send to Dizzy. “We’re going to have someone over, Jackson.”
He raises one eyebrow on his otherwise expressionless face. “Is that so?”
“Uh-huh.” I show him the message from Rogue then take my coffee with me to the bedroom.
By the time I’ve showered and dressed and made myself presentable Dizzy has already arrived. She walks into the apartment with a bouquet of red roses that are so big I can’t see more than her hands and her legs below the knee.
“These are for you,” she tells me as she puts the flower arrangement down while Jackson closes the door.
“Wow. You really shouldn’t have,” I say. Not that I don’t appreciate the gesture.
“I really didn’t.” She wipes her hands on her skirt. “If I had they would be pink.”
“Oh.” I eye the long stem roses. There must be close to a hundred buds.
“They were being delivered when I got here. I offered to bring them up,” she says.
“Let me check them for you, Miss Love,” Jackson says.
“They were checked by security already,” Dizzy says.
“Rogue probably sent them.” My heart skips a beat as I walk over. Perhaps after last night… the man loves to spoil me. “You can leave us, Jackson.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Jackson leaves the room only to take up his post near the door. Near enough that he can hear if I need him, but still give us privacy.
I reach out to touch one of the velvet petals. “They are beautiful.”
“O.M.G.” Dizzy practically screams as she grabs my hand. “You are rocking those rocks, sister. Holy shit, they’re… divine.”
