Page 103 of Brother In Arms

Epilogue

Bailey

Six months later...

“Okay!” I cried and Rush and Trigger did the honors, pulling the sheet covering the sign at the entryway to the farm to reveal the new name and logo that Trigger had designed for us.

Phoenix HillsEquestrian Centerarched in flames above a herd of stallions in racing formation, their silhouettes bursting into flame at the back as they streaked across the sign.

“Out of the ashes, let this place be reborn,” Marion crowed and a cheer from not just the club, but the dedicated employees of when the place was Blue Hills went up. We toasted with champagne and laughed, most of us sniffing, it was freaking cold out here!

“Right, let’s move this into the barn and try and get warmed up,” Trig said and everyone started the trek up the driveway.

It was the time of year, and breeding practices were in full swing, Marion giving us the chance we needed to start anew. She loved the idea of utilizing the farm for not only its originally intended purpose, but as a means to educate and rescue horses that may be past their breeding prime but still had plenty of life left in them.

She and Ashton had both heavily invested in Phoenix Hills, yet I remained full owner. Well, at least everyone thought I did. I had a surprise for Rush.

The party wore on well into the night, and that was fine by me. We had a lot to celebrate. The house was rebuilt in the precise floor plan of the old, except the smaller barn that was attached, we didn’t use as a barn anymore. We had converted it into Rush’s wood shop instead. When the house was completed, he’d surprised me with a beautifully carved front door for it, and in fact, most of the furniture inside were his pieces. Hayden had had a field day with the decorating.

My mother had, surprisingly, been enthusiastic and proud of my accomplishments. Fully supporting my dream in every way that she could, while my brother? He was in disgrace and was just about to begin a prison sentence. Caleb was still fighting us out in court but it was clear he was on the losing end of things.

I was cleaning up in our kitchen when Rush came up behind me and pulled me back into his chest, kissing the side of my neck.

“I have something I want to show you,” I said and he groaned a little.

“Is it your tits? Please tell me it’s your tits…”

“Even better,” I whispered, and he said, “Really? Alright!”

“Come on, step into my office, biker boy,” I turned in his arms and kissed him and he smacked me on the ass. I jumped and let out a girlish yip.

“Lead the way, baby. I built that desk and I aim to fuck you over it.”

“Ooooh, you’re right we haven’t done it in there!”

He trailed me into the office and I picked up the manila file folder of the center of my blotter and handed it to him saying, “This is for you.”

He frowned at it and flipped it open. It was so worth watching his brow, wrinkled with confusion, smooth into disbelief. His wide, golden brown eyes going molten with desire when he looked at me.

“You made me part owner of this place?”

“It’s ours, not mine… so yeah.”

“You’re serious?”

“To borrow a phrase you guys like to use all the time, ‘as a heart attack, baby.’”

“Oh, bitch. You better get naked.”

“What, now?”

“Uh huh, right now.”

He set the file folder down and came to me, pulling me into the circle of his arms and kissing me. I let my hands drift to his belt and he moaned into my mouth. I don’t think anything could be more perfect if I wanted it to. I squealed in glee as he lifted me and sat my ass on the edge of my desk.

“Oh, Christ I love it when you make that sound,” he growled against my mouth and I smiled.

“You’re the only one that could ever make me make it,” I whispered.

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