Page 35 of Holley Jolly Biker

“Nothin’ has made sense for either of us. Nothin’ has added up, baby. But this,” I said as I pointed to her heart, to mine, then to Soraya’s, and said, “when something feels so right like this does.”

She had conceded but growled and stomped all the way out to the truck.

Soraya looked up at me and asked, “You like my heart?”

I looked at her in the cart, then I shook my head, “Nah. I don’t like your heart. I love your heart.”

My woman had heard every word I said. And by the time she was buckled up in the truck, she was smiling.

***

I checked my phone for the time, and when I saw that Ophelia had texted, my stomach growled.

My Woman –Pork Chops. Mashed Potatoes. Green Beans. Cheddar Cheese Biscuits. Dinner. Is that okay?

“Damn, man, we’re headed to the kitchen to eat lunch. You’ll be able to quell that stomach of yours here shortly.” Jasper said as he clapped me on the back.

I shook my head at him, not giving him a response.

Me –Sounds good, baby. I’ll be done by two forty. Want me to pick Princess up?

My phone beeped when I was almost at the clubhouse.

I flipped it open and read it.

My Woman –Didn’t you plan to go to Albert’s after you got off and help him get the water pump on his truck?

I had completely forgotten about that. Damnit.

Me –Okay. I’m picking her up tomorrow. I promised her ice cream after school one day this week. I should be home around six.

Me– Be careful going and getting princess.

My Woman– Will do. Please be careful.

Me – Always.

And I always would be, especially because I couldn’t live in a place where the two most important beings in my life didn’t exist.

Now that I found them.

No way in hell was I letting them go.

I pocketed my phone, made my way through the clubhouse, and into the kitchen.

Roast Beef with Swiss cheese subs and chips was what I had for lunch.

I had just popped the last chip in my mouth when Agatha stood up and placed her hands on her hips.

Oh shit. Here we go.

“I’m thinking about doing a potluck and a secret Santa,” Agatha told the room.

Everyone groaned.

But me, Kettle, and Merlin.

Kettle because he didn’t talk. Ever.