My heart flipped.
I was going to get my huge-ass wedding.
To a biker.
Yay.
“Okay,” I breathed.
“Seein’ as you’re breathin’ and not through a tube, it’s all out there, you love me, lookin’ back on you kickin’ that motherfucker’s ass, gotta say, it was pretty hot.”
My belly fluttered.
“Yeah?” I asked softly.
“Yeah. You bein’ all riled up like that for my girl was hotter.”
“It was for Tabby as well as all womankind,” I corrected.
“So noted,” Tack muttered, lips twitching.
“But mostly, it was for Tabby.”
Tack’s eyes got sweeter and softer and his hand fisted in my hair.
Then he asked quietly, “You wanna move in with me?”
“Yeah,” I answered immediately.
“You attached to your house?”
“No.”
“Good, we’ll get you a car that does good in snow and move you up here.”
“Okay.”
“Start plannin’ that huge-ass wedding, baby. We need to get hitched. Rush is gonna be gone in a year. We need a baby in the house.”
At that, my belly melted.
“Okay,” I breathed.
“I hit the heart of you yet?” Tack asked.
“Close,” I whispered.
“Tastes sweet,” he whispered back and I felt my eyes get wet.
“Yeah,” I agreed quietly, “it does.”
I watched up close as Tack’s eyes heated then his hand at my head pulled me even closer and then we were making out.
This was what we were doing when we heard Rush say loudly, “Cool. You’re goin’ at it. After that fight last night, didn’t know what I’d come up to.”
Tack’s hand released my head and both of us looked over the backs of our chairs to see Rush in cutoff sweats, exposing a teenage boy-man body which laid testimony to part of the reason why he was a successful serial dater and his coffee mug joining us. I pulled in a calming breath and tamped down my mortification of getting caught making out as Rush pulled up a chair on the other side of his Dad and collapsed into it.
“I’m sorry you heard that, Rush,” I told him, he turned to me and grinned.