Page 126 of Rigger's Mistake


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“No.”

“Eventually someone will realize he’s gone. And what about my mom? Will they find his blood?”

I’m quick to ease her anxiety. “I’ve been doing this a long time, Navy. I swear to God, no one will find anything and your mom and me are right as rain.”

She lets out an audible sigh of relief. “Thank you. For getting her out of there.”

I leave that one alone. I don’t want her thanks because I didn’t want to help her. “I got something else I want to talk to you about.”

“What’s that?”

“How would you feel about moving into my place?” I ask.

“At the clubhouse?”

“Yeah. For now, at least. Maybe when the time comes, we can find a little house of our own, but until then, we could use a little more room. Besides, I don’t like that everyone here has twenty-four-hour access to you. When you’re not working, you should be able to relax without someone knocking on the door and needing something.”

“You mean, you want my full attention when I’m off shift.”

I twirl a piece of her hair around my finger. “That too.”

“I guess that would be okay.”

“Don’t say it like that. My place is great.”

“If you’re into gothic home design,” she quips.

“How about this? You move in with me, and you can decorate however you want.”

Her eyes widen at that. “Really?”

“I mean, don’t go crazy. I’d like to take a shit without staring at a framed picture of puppies in a basket.”

She hums in thought. “I’m thinking leather and lace. Rock and roll, but feminine.”

“If that’s what makes you happy.”

“Maybe we should make a mood board. Hold on, let me grab my phone.” She struggles to break free of my hold, but I don’t relent.

“Put the mood board on hold. For tonight, at least. You need sleep.”

She relaxes with a yawn. “You’re probably right. It’s been a day.”

I hold her tighter. “But it’s the last one of its kind. I can’t promise it’ll all be puppies in baskets, but I swear to God, today will be the worst of it.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“No, I guess I can’t. But I can promise we’ll make it through all the hard times and come out on top.” I kiss her forehead. “You and me, Navy Blue. We’re gonna be okay.”

She sighs with contentment. “Now that, I believe.”

THE END

EPILOGUE

NAVY

Three months later. . .

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