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I smiled, “Good. I’m glad. It would have been hard having a one-sided relationship with you. I’d scare you away from me. I love you, Storm.”

“Nah, that ain’t possible, I ain’t going anywhere, Precious.” And then, his phone rang.

He sighed, and I giggled.

He moved, tagged it, checked the call, took it, and then said, “I don’t give a fuck. I’m with my ol’ lady. If someone isn’t dying, and the clubhouse is safe, don’t fucking call me.”

Then he hung up, tossed his phone to the floor, and turned me so my back was to his front, and there with his face buried in the back of my neck he whispered, “Good night, Precious.”

I smiled, “Good night, Vance.”

That smile stayed on my face until I fell asleep.

Chapter 12

Lena

The next morning was Sunday. One of my days off.

And I didn’t even try to fight the smile that formed on my face when my eyes opened.

I stretched, my hand going to Storm’s body... only not to find it lying there beside me.

Lifting my head, I called out, “Storm?”

He called out, “Kitchen, Precious.”

Throwing the covers off my body, I headed to the bathroom to do my early morning skincare routine, then I pulled on some pajama bottoms and a tight-fitted camisole.

When I made it to the kitchen it was to see Storm’s naked back at the stove.

Smiling, I made my way over to him, and then wrapped my arms around his middle, pressing my face to his back, “Morning, handsome.”

“Morning, Precious. Like you there. Love it, but need you to step back, cooking bacon.”

I did as he asked but not before I pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

Once I was sitting on a barstool, Skylar sauntered over to me, rubbing her nose on my thigh. I gave her some good morning scratches, then asked, “So it’s okay for you to be doing that shirtless, but my arms aren’t safe?”

He looked over his shoulder at me, winked, and said, “Don’t give a fuck if I get hurt. But I will give a fuck if you get hurt.”

My heart swelled.

My face went soft.

And my man didn’t miss it.

Once everything was done, he plated the food and asked, “What are your plans for the day?”

I said, “Usually on Sunday mornings I clean my house. I might do some early Christmas shopping. You?”

“Gotta head to the clubhouse once we eat,” I nodded.

After we ate eggs, bacon, and toast, I cleaned the dishes while he showered.

He came out just as I was tidying the kitchen and said, “Loved seeing your face being the first thing I saw when I woke up.”

“Well, you owe me that experience,” I winked.

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