Page 113 of Look at Her and Die

“Are you ready?” Kent asked impatiently. “They’ve been out there waiting for forever.”

I grinned.

Kent had taken a liking to the Truth Tellers MC, and Posy in particular.

He loved Koda and all, but the Truth Tellers had become something he aspired to be one day.

He wasn’t too impressed with Koda’s inability to get home for something so important as his sister’s wedding, so he’d switched his life focus to other things.

Other, more dangerous things.

“I’m ready,” I stated firmly. “Okay, enough, enough. You two head out there.”

Calliope and Scottie hooked elbows and walked out, giggling.

Scottie had invited Calliope to come down to College Station to go to school with her, and Calliope had accepted—though only after she’d gotten her acceptance letter.

Turns out she was doing a hell of a lot better than I expected her to do, and she’d graduated with a 3.8 GPA.

With my lottery winnings being enough to put her through all four years without a scholarship if needed, she’d been granted acceptance and she started there in two weeks.

Koda still had six more years of deployment, but had admitted he had no immediate plans of getting out like he had when he’d first left.

With Mom out of the picture, off living her life somewhere far away from us, and enough money in the bank to cover us for life, he’d become far less guilty about being gone.

“Good god,” Kent sighed. “You’re so lost in your head today. What is your issue?”

I pinched his cheeks before saying, “Just thinking about how different life is.”

I wasn’t lying.

“Tony just got here.” Kent pulled away.

Speaking of Tony, his son, Taryn, had taken a job in Alaska.

He’d left four months ago, with no plans to ever come back.

Tony had been happier, and so had I.

“Oh, and that lady with the baby is here. She’s sitting next to one of the Truth Tellers,” he said.

I’d seen Baker with Copper a lot lately.

But I hadn’t asked questions.

I was just happy she was around.

Fiona had also been hanging around a lot lately, too.

I’d become good friends with both women and was happy that they’d followed me from Decatur to Rockwall.

“Your husband-to-be has gotten impatient,” Kent reported.

“How do you know?” I questioned.

That’s when I heard the stomp of feet.

I looked up in time to see the screen door swing open, and Posy fill the doorway.

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