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“Can you see the letters that make up the heart?” He asked.
Scooting towards him, I moved until my face was only inches away from his chest. “It’s my name!” I gasped.
He nodded. “10-7 isthe code Kilgore PD uses for Home.”
I gasped.
10-7. Home. Then my name, Vidalia Elise surrounding the scanner code. My God, that was the sweetest thing I’d ever heard of!
“How did you come up with this shit while you were drunk?” I laughed through my tears.
He gathered me up into his arms and placed his scratchy jaw over my head. Rubbing my hair with his cheeks. “I don’t know. I’m sure my brothers had something to do with it.”
That reminded me. “You had quite a few missed calls and texts.”
Letting one arm drop from around my shoulders, he pulled out his phone and started going through the texts first.
By the way his chest bounced, I could tell they were amusing him greatly.
A sound from his phone had me turning and looking at the video playing. I couldn’t see much, my eyes were still really blurry, but I could tell just by the big white dress that it was of someone getting married.
“Do you, Mr. Killian Red Spurlock take Ms. Vidalia Elise Sheffield to be your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold, from this day forward.” The biker in leathers asked.
My breathing stalled in my chest, and I gasped looking at my finger. Sure enough, I had a ring. A ring shaped like one side of a handcuff.
Reaching out quickly, I found one on Trance’s finger, too, only much, much larger.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
“I now pronounce you biker and wife. You may kiss your old lady.” The priest/biker said.
The video ended, and Trance went to the next video, which was of us riding out of the chapel on a rented Harley.
“That’s awesome.” I gasped in excitement. “Do you think they took a wedding video?”
Trance’s eyes met mine, and the emotion in them was nerve wracking.
Excitement. Hope. Love. Reluctance. Joy.
They all flitted through his eyes rapidly, and I was left knowing he needed to hear my reassurance.
“I love you, Trance.” I said into his eyes.
His head bowed, and he rested his cheek against my own before replying. “I love you more, cupcake.”
***
Foster and Miller didn’t look any better than we did. Although they weren’t wearing any wedding rings like we were, so that was a plus.
They were both wearing camo fatigues and annoying smiles.
“There’s the newlyweds!” Foster called loudly, making everyone in the vicinity turn and watch our progression.
We were walking down into the hotel lobby about to catch a ride to Trance’s parents’ house.
Trance sighed and pulled me behind him, giving me an up close and personal view of the cut on his back.
It was fairly simple. The top patch, or rocker like Trance likedto call it, was curved with The Dixie Wardens embroidered on it. The bottom ‘rocker’ said Louisiana. There was a small patch to the side that said simply ‘MC.’ The last thing was the wraith like woman wearing a long flowing dress. The entire thing was done in shades of black, white, and grey.
