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She smiled, “Thank you.”

I settled into the recliner, then kicked back.

“What are we watching?” I asked Chloe.

She smiled, “The Last Ship.”

I nodded.

I’ve never sat down and watched it. But I’ve heard Chloe talking about it.

And when I felt eyes on me, I looked at Chloe.

“You’re really going to watch it?” She asked.

I nodded, “Yep.”

She smiled, “Well, okay then.”

And I wanted to kick my ass for not watching this show sooner. It was pretty damn good.

My eyes stayed glued to the episode called Gitmo.

Then I mumbled, “I want to be like Tex when I grow up.”

And when I didn’t hear anything, I looked over at Chloe, and sure enough, she was out like a light.

Her mouth was partially open, and a little drool was pooling on the couch cushion.

I held in my chuckle.

Carefully, I got up and covered her up, then moved to Stella, pulled her blanket up higher, and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.

After I killed the lights in the media room, I headed to the main room and looked at Whit, “Keep it down tonight. Girls are asleep in the media room.”

He lifted his chin.

There was an unspoken rule in this club.

It didn’t matter if we had important people here.

It didn’t matter if it was a big night.

If kids were asleep, shit got toned down.

And I loved the hell out of it.

It was three weeks later when it happened again.

Sometimes, she would come to me, sit down, and ask a random question.

Sometimes, I would go over to where she was and ask her if she had any random thoughts.

But it never bothered me who was around when she did this.

Because I didn’t let it matter.

We were having a party as well as a meeting to discuss a new trafficking ring that had popped up, and I knew deep in my bones that it was the Verity Runner’s MC.