“Alone?”
“I’m sorry, baby, but I’m not good company right now.”
“It’s okay,” she says, but he can hear in her tone it’s not.
Taking her hand, he pulls her close as they stand. “I love you. You know that, right?”
“I love you, too.”
His lips find hers, and for a brief moment, everything feels okay. But reality hits a moment later, and he’s back to being a man without a job or life purpose. He had a dream, and now he needs to find a new one. But the last time he checked, dreams didn’t just sit around waiting for someone to pick them up. Without one, who is he anymore?
Chapter 31
Griffin’s Beach
Ky
The Slashers haven’t made an appearance since Shep’s wedding, but the Drifters still maintain a rotating shift to monitor everyone’s houses, focusing on those with kids. The call they expected finally came: Something happened last night.
Ky sits at the bar in the clubhouse waiting for Church to start, anxiety coursing through him. He just wants his family safe.
Colt walks in, sighs, and signals for a bottle of water. “Fuck, I want vodka.”
“She’s still not talking to you?”
“Nope,” he says. “Fucked me like we were gonna make it weeks ago, but then she pulled the rug right out from under me. All progress I thought we’d made went out the damned window.”
“Are you sure it was good for her?”
His eyes narrow, a crease forming in the middle of his brows. “Fuck off.”
“I’m just saying, it’s been a while. Sex is almost always good for us, but it’s not always as mind blowing for them.”
“I know how to fuck my wife.”
“She’s not your wife anymore, Colt.”
Jumping up, he grabs the larger man by his shirt and gets in his face. “Alexis Nichols still has my fucking last name.”
“I’m just saying, man, it might be better to start getting used to not calling her your wife. She’s dating. At least, that’s what Felicity said. Had something lined up the last time she talked to her.”
His fist releases the shirt, and he staggers back onto the seat. “Fucking hell.”
“Need something stronger than water?” Jeff asks from behind the bar.
“Like you wouldn’t believe, but I can’t. That’s part of what got me in this fucking mess.”
Ashley bursts through the door, her chest heaving. “Ky, is Dad here?”
Her face turns pink and looks like she barely holds it together. “Somewhere. What’s wrong?”
He can’t get the sight of her covered in Grayson’s blood after he took that bullet out of his mind, and his blood pressure rises. What’s wrong? What happened?
“I need to talk to Dad.”
“I’ll get him,” Colt says, slapping him on the shoulder in an attempt to reassure him and hurries back towards his apartment.
Standing, Ky guides his sister to sit, rubs her back, and says, “Breathe. You’re going to pass out. What’s going on? Is Grayson okay?”