Her eyes connected with mine. “What?” she whispered.
“You didn’t stutter one time during that long-ass sentence.”
She pursed her lips and quirked her eyebrow. “I didn’t?”
I shook my head.
“That’s you.”
“That’s me?” I laughed. “I didn’t do anything.”
She planted a finger in my chest. “But you’re right here.”
“I was right there with you in the kitchen.”
“But you weren’t right here.” She looped her arms around my shoulders and laid a slow, sweet kiss on my lips. “Maybe you’re the cure to my stuttering I’ve need all along.”
“I don’t know if that’s completely true, but I’ll be more than happy to help you explore if that’s true.”
“Oh yeah?” she whispered.
I nodded and pulled out of her arms. “Oh yeah. Now get on. We need to go get beer even though Meg had a twelve-pack in her bag.”
“She did?” Tess climbed on the back of my bike and wrapped her arms around my waist.
“She did.” I kicked up the kickstand and started the bike.
Meg had seen Tess getting anxious and gave her a way to calm down without drawing attention to it.
The club had my back, and now they would have Tess’s.
That’s what family did.