“Why?” Madison asked, giving him that look that couples give each other when one of them believes the other has forgotten something or screwed something up.
“I have to pick up the steaks,” he said.
“You forgot!” Madison accused of him, playfully smacking him on the back.
He laughed. “Shit, you’re a hard woman to please, Madison Cole. I just remembered, so technically I haven’t forgotten because I’ll have them in time for the party.”
She laughed and pointed at the door. “Go! Hurry.”
He leant in for a kiss and then he left, throwing a wink over his shoulder. I loved watching them together; there was so much love there and they had a lot of fun together.
“Oh crap, I forgot to tell J something. I’ll be back in a minute,” she promised as she ran out to find him.
I busied myself with getting plates and cups ready for the party. Scott was celebrating his thirty-fifth birthday and I’d been surprised when he agreed to this party. It had only been about two weeks since Bullet had tried to rape and kill me; two weeks since Scott and Blade had killed him. He’d been open with me about the fact that they’d taken care of him; he just hadn’t told me how it had gone down. I didn’t want to know, so I was glad he hadn’t shared that much. Something told me that he never would; that it had actually been out of character for him to tell me as much as he had.
We’d invited some non club members to the party and I was excited. Mum and Cassie were coming and Lisa was too.
“Hey, babe,” he murmured in my ear as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
I jumped; I’d been engrossed in my thoughts and hadn’t heard him come in. “Hey, you.”
He turned me around so I was facing him, his hands now resting on my ass. “I have a confession to tell you.”
“What?”
“I overheard your conversation with Madison just now.” He had a cheeky smile on his face.
“Did you? And what do you have to say about it?”
“Well, it reminded me of a conversation we started a couple of weeks ago, one where you asked me where I thought we were headed.” He dipped his head and kissed me. When he broke the kiss, he asked, “You want to hear the answer to that?”
My heart expanded and I smiled; I loved it when Scott was happy like this. “Yes,” I said, softly.
His eyes crinkled. I was done for, even without hearing his answer. Those crinkled eyes got to me every time. “This is headed to forever; forever on the back of my bike and forever in my bed.”
My breathing slowed for a moment and then I whispered, “Forever.”
He continued to smile. “Yeah, forever baby.”
I reached up and touched his cheek, tracing the skin just under his eyes. “Crinkles,” I said.
“What?” Confusion crossed his face.
“Crinkles. I love it when your eyes crinkle like that.”
“I love you, sweetheart,” he murmured, leaning in close for another kiss.
I love you, too.”
I’d never seen him coming; he’d worked his way into my life and my heart, and I knew that we would be forever. Scott didn’t give his love easily, and I sensed that once you had it, you had it forever. And it was a fierce love; one that would hold strong through anything that life threw at us. Like I said, I’d never seen him coming and I sure as hell wasn’t letting him go.