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I smirked, stroking her hair.
“I tore it down and rebuilt it here for us, because it’s where we started. It’s our origin story, and if our kids want to play in it one day, then they will.”
Another kiss landed against my throat.
“I love you, Wes.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I whispered back.
“I’ve always loved you, River.”
EPILOGUE
THREE MONTHS LATER
Callie
The gun buzzed steadilyin my hand as I moved it in a straight line down the arm of the man in my chair. He was getting a new skull with roses blooming from the skull, with the MC labeled across the bottom of the image. I’d been working at Dead Roses for roughly two months now, and while it was an amazing job and a thousand times better than what I had in DC, I had a lurker.
Taking a quick break, I swiped over the line I’d just drawn and sat up in my chair, heaving a sigh.
“Are you going to sit there the whole time?”
Wes lowered his cell phone but kept his boot up on the edge of the shelving system.
“I’m the owner, it’s my job to be here.”
My coworkers all smothered laughs around me. I had overheard one of them saying they didn’t like me working here because they always felt like Wes was literally staring over their shoulder while they worked. It was tense, and no one ever felt like they could relax as long as the boss was around.
“Babe.” I tore my gloves off, placing a piece of plastic over the work I’d done and glaring at my husband. “You can’t come with me to work every day.”
Moving his phone, he smirked.
“Actually, I can. You only work part-time; it’s perfectly timed with my schedule.”
There were more smothered laughs and throats being cleared.
Frustrated, I stood and pulled him into the break room, but before I could open my mouth, he was placing his finger over my lips to stop me.
“You’re married to the president of a motorcycle club. Until Killian officially takes over, I have to worry about your safety, and I’m not taking any risks. Especially now that you’re pregnant.”
The fight fled from me. I knew he was right, and I wouldn’t do anything to put the baby at risk, so I considered a compromise.
“Okay, fine, but you can’t be back there while I work. It’s not fair to everyone else.”
Wes pulled me closer by the loop of my jeans, until his mouth was practically at my forehead.
“Fine, but you have to wear your property patch when you ink club members. I don’t need them thinking just because you’re touching them that they can touch you.”
Pressing a quick kiss to his throat, I smiled.
“Fine.”
Tipping my head back, Wes captured my mouth in a lingering kiss.
“Fine.”
I left my husband in the break room as I returned to my client and finished his tattoo. By the time I was done, I was ready to head home. I was planning something with Sasha and Laura for a big Christmas-themed party.
