Page 81 of Heartbeats & Highways

I groaned.

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll be fine. The sooner they know, the better.”

“I thought you wanted to tell Willa and Duke before anyone else.”

“They know about you already.”

“They do?”

He nodded. “Yep. But they don’t know I made you my Old Lady.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t just spring that on them. It’s a big deal and I want them to meet you first, so they get why I asked you to be my Old Lady as fast as I did.”

A few moments later, his phone buzzed. “Brooklyn’s gonna go through her closet and grab all her old stuff.”

“Yay.”

He kissed the end of my nose. “We have time for a driving lesson.”

“I’d rather go to the DMV so I can get my permit.”

“You sure you’re ready for that? You have to take a written exam, you know.”

“I know, I’ve been studying the manual at work. Please take me?”

“The DMV makes me homicidal,” he groused.

“I’ll make it worth your while . . .”

“Yeah? How?”

“I’ll cook you dinner and then perform sexual favors for you.”

“Let’s go,” he said, ushering me toward the door.

I raised my brows. “You might want to put a shirt on first.”

He grinned. “I got excited and forgot I wasn’t wearing one.”

My gaze dropped to his jeans. “Yeah, I bet you did.”

I walked into work with a radiant grin spread across my face.

Virgil and Roman had already unlocked the shop and were enjoying a cup of coffee by the counter.

“Hey,” Roman greeted, a quizzical smile on his lips.

“Hi,” I chirped.

“I don’t mean to be a dick,” Virgil began, “but like, you are happy as fuck right now.”

I mock-glared at him and pointed to the glass swear jar I’d installed. The Jackson brothers had dirty mouths, and the jar was already halfway full.

With a sigh, he fished out a dollar and put it into the jar.

“Am I not allowed to be happy this early in the morning?” I asked.

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