Page 114 of Reaper's Rival

Touching his face, I couldn’t help the tear slipping down my cheek. I missed him.

I had made my way upstairs when my eyes landed on the same door that I had been staring at every time I walked out of my room. The spare room. His room. My son’s room.

Finally finding the courage, I walked over to the door and twisted the doorknob.

I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath and flicked the light on.

Opening my eyes, my mouth dropped.

The room was set up as an art studio. Canvas, stands, paints, pens, desk, lights, it had everything. On a large canvas was a yellow sticky note.

You enjoyed it once - Reaper

My fingers ran over his writing. He had done this for me? I couldn’t believe it. I knew at that moment right then and there what I needed.

Walking out of the room, I went into my bedroom, putting my coffee down and dropping the folder on the bed. I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

Chapter 30

Reaper

“And another one!” Brad shouted, and the boys all swallowed a shot. The party was in full swing. The MC charter was making it one hell of a party. But I wasn’t really into it. I had seen Kim, and she told me Abby was well.

I grabbed two beers from behind the bar and headed for the study. I had plans to look over, and once I closed the study door behind me, it blocked out some of the noise.

I cracked open a beer and opened the first folder in front of me. It was the plans for the ride to Kelly. We were trading guns with them. It should be an easy run. We were taking the back roads.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I didn’t look at the caller ID when I flipped it open.

“Hello?”

All I heard was silence. Pulling the phone from my ear, I realized it was a message. Abby’s name flashed on my screen and my eyes doubled.

Abby was messaging me.

Opening it, my heart clenched a bit.

Come home - Abby

It was all I needed, and I reached for my keys. Shoving my wallet in my back pocket, I opened the study door, slamming it behind me and weaving my way through the crowd. Nothing would stop me from getting to her.

Did this mean she wanted me back?

Hell, it meant she wanted to talk to me.

That was a start.

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I killed the engine of my bike and stared up at the double-story house. Abby was inside there. And she wanted to see me.

I kicked out the kickstand and leaned the bike down, heading toward the front door.

The whole ride over, all I thought was what she wanted. Did she want to see me to tell me it was over? Did she want to tell me she was leaving with her family?

I opened the front door and stepped in. The smell of coffee was fresh in the air and the fire was burning.

“Abby?”

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