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Every Chance We Get
Deuce
Rolling his Harley to a stop, Deuce cut the engine and waited for the growl to die before he moved. He used the time to locate the entrance of Abigail Rose, the swank art gallery he’d heard mentioned around the compound.
He’d had no interest whatsoever in upscale erotica, or whatever the hell was inside, until he’d discovered who owned the place. And hadn’t that ratcheted his curiosity off the charts.
Deuce finished with the parking, stowed his helmet, and then his boots hit the sidewalk. His amble turned into a prowl as he neared the entrance, and he wondered if the woman who haunted his dreams was even inside today. He imagined what she’d be wearing. If she’d go for some kind of artsy professional look, or if she’d sayfuck itand keep with her usual short shorts and platforms.
And then he was in front of the massive plate glass windows that covered the entire storefront, and his breath caught when he clocked the long-legged goddess in a short red skirt, concert tee, and platform boots. He grinned. Typical Layla, giving a nod to her environment but also adding her own dash of spice to the mix. And damn if he didn’t want a taste.
Deuce was reaching for the handle of the door when a suit and tie came into view, wrapped an arm around Layla’s waist, and swung her in a low circle while they both laughed at something he’d said.
Deuce dropped his hand and stepped back from the door, hiding in the shadows of the brick façade. He watched the couple inside for another moment, just long enough to see the man peck a kiss on Layla’s cheek before dropping her back to her feet.
Deuce left the gallery and made his way back to his Harley, cursing himself for the mistake he’d almost made. He could never have a woman like Layla, and he knew it. She was far too good for the likes of him, all sunshine and technicolor while he lived most of his life in the dark, battling a past he could never quite escape and riding the razor’s edge just to feel alive.
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Talon
The beep of the heart monitor was steady but fast, like the rhythm of horses galloping. Talon gripped Jenna’s hand as they watched the screen, and then their son’s face came into focus, the sepia toned picture giving them a clear view of his features even if they did appear a little squished.
“He’s beautiful,” Jenna sniffed. “He looks like you.”
But Talon wasn’t watching the screen anymore. He was watching the moisture gather in the corners of his woman’s eyes and then trail down her cheeks to drip into her hair. He smoothed a hand across her curls and leaned in to kiss the tears away.
“He’s perfect,” Talon’s voice rumbled. “And he gets that from you.”
And sitting in the sonographer’s office in the medical complex that felt like it had become their second home over the past few months, Talon vowed that he’d give them both the life they deserved. The circumstances might not always be perfect, but the love they had for each other would be, and they’d support their son whether he wanted to join the club and ride Savannah’s streets or explore the world on his own.
“He looks great, Jenna,” the doctor chirped.
She printed a few pictures and then stowed her equipment and left the room.
The emerald of Jenna’s eyes glowed with happiness as she studied the photos and then looked up at him. “I love you, T.”
Talon’s gaze never left hers, “And I love you, Princess.”
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Gate
“Don’t get butter on the furniture!” Anna warned as Lucky and Stella threw popcorn at each other.
“It’s my turn to pick the movie!” Stella shrieked, launching herself over the back of the couch to take Lucky down to the floor with her.
“Lay off the popcorn,” Lucky grunted. “You’re getting heavy.”
“Dad! Lucky called me fat!” Stella yelled, even though Gate sat on the same couch she’d just vaulted.
Gate reached down and picked Stella up by the back of her jeans. “That’s not what I heard, Stell.”
Lucky rolled over to his back and rubbed his chest, “I think she broke my sternum.”
Stella dove for Lucky again, and if Gate hadn’t stopped her, she probably would have gone for his balls.
Anna circled the couch and passed Gate another bucket of popcorn.
