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What? My fault? Cheyenne swiveled her body to face Meg and straightened her back. Getting into a shouting match with Meg was not something she planned, but this was bullshit.
“How the hell would it be my fault? That’s ridiculous.” Cheyenne tightened her lips to keep herself in check.
“If the club comes between you and Trax, it’s because you let those two worlds collide.” She waved her hand and snorted. “Made that mistake early on with Mick. Thought I could be number one in his world with his brothers.” She shook her head and frowned. “Almost lost him.”
“See, then you get what I’m saying.”
Meg turned her head slowly and stared at Cheyenne. Her eyes welled slightly, and the corner of her lip curled softly. “Oh, I get it. But do you hear what I’m saying?” She reached out, resting her hand on Cheyenne’s knee, giving her a small squeeze. “It’s two worlds for him—one with his brothers where the club reigns king, and the other with you, where you reign queen. You’ll be his number one, Cheyenne, just not in his club life.”
She heard Macy’s voice sound in her mind.
“If he goes to jail?”
She rolled her eyes and waved her hand in front of her face. “You think you marry some nine-to-five, straitlaced guy it can’t happen to him?” She twisted her lips. “People go to jail all the time, not something you should base your life on.”
The women, Chey, what about that?
“The women?”
Meg chuckled, shaking her head. “What about them? Look, your man wants to cheat on you, he’ll do it, biker or not. Yeah, they may have an advantage with options at the clubhouse, but if you really feel like Trax would cheat,” she paused and cocked her head, “then, girl, run and run fast. Now, if you’re asking me, I’d tell you to open your eyes and see the man who’s standing in front of you. Trax, he’s a lot of things, but a cheater ain’t one of them.”
“I love him, and it scares me,” she whispered.
“Well, yeah, it should. Love, real love, is scary, but, Chey, sweetie, it’s worth it, and so is Trax. From the first time he saw ya, he was done, not another would do for him. He’ll fight for ya, give you everything, but ya gotta let him be him. And if you can’t, then ya got to let him go.”
The silence was deafening. Cheyenne grabbed the branch from the bush next to her and picked off a leaf, tearing the petal apart. She needed something to focus on other than the thought of her and Trax.
“Ya know.” Meg scooted from the other side of the porch and landed next to her, so close her thigh brushed against Chey’s. She leaned on her elbows and her knees, staring out into the empty street. “I think…” Cheyenne stared at her profile and watched the corner of Meg’s mouth curl before she turned to face her with a full grin. “You two will make beautiful babies.”
Cheyenne chuckled and tossed the remaining leaf onto the ground. “Is this your way of offering to babysit when we do?”
Meg tilted her head and clucked her tongue. “I noticed you said when we do, not if.”
Cheyenne sighed. “I love him.”
Meg slid her arm over her shoulders, pulling her in for a gentle hug, and whispered, “And he loves you.” She paused. “And in the grand scheme of things, it’s really all that matters, sweetie.” She chuckled. “I don’t know much about life, but I do know love. I had the real deal for a long time, and I’m telling you, it’s worth everything. The good, the bad, even the end.” Her voice cracked slightly, and Cheyenne peeked up to witness her glassy eyes. “Wouldn’t trade anything I had with Mick.”
“No regrets.”
Meg gasped and faced the road again, still clinging on to Cheyenne. “Just one.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to ask what it was, but the moment seemed too personal. If Meg wanted to share, she would. Cheyenne glanced out to the road and sat quietly. She heard the echoes of the masculine voices from the yard but couldn’t make out what they said.
She didn’t know how much time had passed as they sat in silence, but there was something good about the quiet. A loud crack ruined the silence, and she leaned forward, watching two small boys race down the street. One faster than the other, but the little guy behind pounded the pavement, giving it all he had. They slowed their speed at the edge of the curb and fell forward, giggling on the grass.
The older boy threw up his hand, shouting, “I won.”
The smaller of the two heaved his breath and rolled to his side, sitting up. “I was close.”
The older boy opened his mouth to say something but stopped. He stared back at the younger one who was pulling grass from the ground, clearly upset he’d lost. She was ready to hear the older boy gloat, which she thought was his intention, but instead, he stood, turning to the younger one and offering his hand.
“Yeah, you were close. Before ya know it, I’ll be chasing you.”
Cheyenne smiled. Maybe the smaller boy would eventually be faster, or maybe not. But she had no doubt that one day soon, the older one would let the little guy win. And something in her heart swelled. She smiled, watching the two boys walk off.
“Just one,” Meg whispered. Cheyenne peeked up and saw her attention too was on the boys, but unlike Cheyenne, she wasn’t smiling. She was on the verge of tears.
Cheyenne glanced back to the boys and clasped her hand in Meg’s.
