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I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I just nodded and leaned into his chest.

He wrapped both arms around me and held me there for a long moment. Eventually, he nudged my chin with his knuckles, coaxing me to look up. “Come back to bed.”

That sounded like exactly what I needed right now. “Okay.”

He fired off a quick text about Marcy’s call to one of his club brothers, and we climbed back under the covers. With his arms wrapped around me, Talon tilted my head back to kiss me again. It quickly grew heated and led to another round of sex.

After two more orgasms, sleep came easier than it had in days. And Talon never let go.

11

SAVAGE

After sleeping for a couple more hours, we got up, showered, dressed, and made our way to the kitchen for lunch. When we finished, I took my girl to the lounge, where we tended to hang out unless we were outside.

I had Tamara tucked against me on the leather couch, one arm slung low around her waist and the other draped across the back. She was curled in close, her cheek resting over my heart like it was her favorite spot. And hell if it wasn’t mine too.

We relaxed together, lazy and content. Enjoying the kind of quiet that didn’t happen often around the compound.

Although it was never completely silent around here. Across the room, Wrecker and Hawk were perched at the bar, arguing over which kind of bike oil gave a better burn-off smell. Ridiculous shit. But they were both dead serious about it, and the one-liners were flying. Hawk, sharp-tongued and dry as the desert, was poking Wrecker’s last nerve. Wrecker, for his part, looked like he was one sentence away from launching a fucking barstool.

Tamara giggled softly against my chest.

Damn, that sound did something to me.

I looked down at her and got lost in the little smile tugging at her lips and the way she burrowed in like she never wanted to leave. My chest got tight, and I wondered how the hell I’d lived without this—without her—for so long.

The door to the kitchen swung open, and Rhiannon walked in with her and Viper’s son on her hip. The kid was four months old, full of chubby limbs and bright eyes. He was squirming like he had someplace to be and no damn clue how to get there. I had to admit, even my grumpy ass couldn’t help turning soft by all the cute kids running around.

Tamara perked up instantly. “Hi, Rhiannon! Oh my goodness, look at Harvey. I saw him a couple of days ago, and I feel like he’s already getting bigger.” She reached out eagerly. “Can I hold him?”

Rhiannon didn’t hesitate, looking grateful as hell. She handed over her son with a small sigh of relief and an affectionate eye roll. “Be my guest. I think my arms are going numb. He’s teething. And I swear, the little wiggle-worm never stops moving.”

Tamara pulled Harvey close, cooing at him as she bounced him gently on her lap while he flailed and babbled with pure baby nonsense. Watching her hold him—soft, playful, lit up from the inside—hit me straight in the chest, sending warmth to every part of me.

Fuck, she was gorgeous.I couldn’t stop watching her. She looked so natural. So right. And I wanted it more than ever before. Her, just like that. Holding my kid. Ours.

Pictures of her in our future flashed through my mind, round and glowing, my ring on her hand and my baby growing inside her. And yeah, I’d be the one losing my shit every damn time she waddled too far from my reach or someone dared to look at her wrong.

I was seconds away from hauling her upstairs and working on that future again when Deviant walked in from the hallway that led to our offices. His expression was sharp, and his gaze met mine immediately. He jerked his chin toward the hallway, and I nodded.

I curled my fingers firmly around Tamara’s jaw and turned her face up for a quick, hard kiss. “Be right back, baby.”

She looked at Deviant curiously but didn’t say a word.

Since there was no chance that I would ever let her go, we’d spent a little time earlier talking about how things worked within the club. I would never lie to her, but she’d have to accept that there would always be things I couldn’t talk to her about. Times when I’d have to leave, and she wouldn’t know why or where I was going. I couldn’t discuss club business unless specifically given permission.

All this biotech shit revolved around her, so she’d been kept more in the loop. After chewing on it for a few minutes, she’d just said, “I can live with that.”

If we hadn’t been in the lounge, I’d have kissed the fuck outta her.

So when she didn’t push for answers, just nodding to show that her trust was unshakable, I fell even harder. Pride mixed with satisfaction, and I silently cursed Deviant for cockblocking me.

Following him down the hall, I spotted Fox and Maverick already waiting near the prez’s office. Deviant didn’t waste time. “The message you sent me this morning about Tamara’s friend Marcy? You were right to be worried.”

I tensed. It wasn’t like I hadn’t guessed that, but I hated knowing how the confirmation would affect Tamara. “What did you find?”

“A fucking lot,” he said grimly. “There’s a building just over the line one town over. It looks abandoned, but recon showedthat the inside’s been retrofitted into a makeshift medical facility.”

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