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“Thank you,” I whispered as I bumped her shoulder.

She looked at me like I was crazy, “What are you thinking me for?”

“For not going after him, and for not having the hots for him. You’re truly my bestie.” I told her with a smile.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, that man is fine with a capital T. But he doesn’t get my motor running.” And as she said that I saw her eyes trail to a spot in the forecourt.

And who would have thought had caught her attention?

I was just thinking about that and how it would work if he felt the same for her when everyone started to load up on their bikes.

And then as I was getting worried, I knew I shouldn’t have.

His black truck came barreling into the lot.

Smiling, I got up and ran to him.

He was out of his truck, the motor still running, and I was up, and, in his arms, my face buried in his neck, his buried in mine.

He inhaled a deep breath and then muttered, “Home.”

Goosebumps rose on my skin.

“I didn’t think you were going to make it,” I said as happiness enveloped every molecule of my being.

I was a fool for this man. A plain old fool. But I couldn’t freaking help it.

The man could walk all over me, and I would forgive him.

Love was a bitch like that, wasn’t she?

Chapter 12

Tank

I sighed when my boots landed back on US soil. I was tired.

Yet energized. The mission we had completed. It has helped millions of people.

With that thought in mind, I headed to the clubhouse to find my woman.

And she was my woman. I would just have to make her see that and have that fucking talk with her damnit.

And that would be happening today. I wasn’t taking a chance on something else happening.

No fucking way. Which was why when I got closer to the clubhouse, I turned my fucking phone on silent.

Thankfully, I didn't have to go in search of her, because the moment my truck pulled into the forecourt, she was up and running at me.

Luckily, I got it in park before I vaulted out of the truck.

I knew she didn’t get it when I murmured the single word home. But she would.

“Got off the plane and came straight here. I got ten minutes to shower?” I asked her.

But it wasn’t her that answered me, “Yeah, boy. But get a move on. Daylight's burning.” Looking over her head, I nodded at Storm.

“Got it.” Squeezing Raine’s waist, I let her go, stepped around her, and then headed into the clubhouse.