Train's Clash (Biker Bitches 4)

She mumbled something he couldn’t hear as they moved to face Lucky.

“What did you say?” Train’s heart had stopped beating, panicked that she was going to tell him she couldn’t go through with the wedding.

“I said,” she whispered slightly louder, “I love you.”

Epilogue 1

Killyama swam naked through the water, her focus on the man sitting naked on the boulder near the shore.

Treading water, she flipped her wet hair back over her shoulders. “Why aren’t you coming back in?”

“I was just sitting here thinking.”

“You can’t swim and think at the same time?” she teased.

Train stared down at her. “Not when I’m thinking about you. You take a man’s whole attention when he’s trying to figure you out.”

“Tell me. Maybe I can help you.” She leaned her head back in the water to keep her hair from getting frizzy.

“I was wondering two things.”

“Damn, don’t you think you should have done this thinking before you married me?” She frowned when she saw his serious face, her heart beating hard. Then she relaxed, knowing Train wasn’t regretting marrying her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have done it in the first place.

“Why did you want to stay in Treepoint for our honeymoon? It was nice of Rachel and Cash to let us stay in their cabin for a week, but I offered to take you anywhere you wanted to go, even France.”

“I didn’t need to go anywhere. Everything I want is here.”

She saw her answer had made him happy when his frown lightened.

“I thought it was because you didn’t want me to fly us so far.”

“You thought I was afraid of flying to France with you? I have flown with you before.”

“Not far, and not where I thought you would want to go.”

“See what thinking gets you? Come back in the water,” she coaxed.

“Why didn’t you go in the military? And don’t say your father talked you out of it. I know you wouldn’t let anyone talk you out of what you really want to do.”

She treaded water closer to the boulder. “Come swim—”

“Tell me.”

Her playful attitude dropped. “You’re not coming in until you find out, are you?”

“No.”

“My mother tell you about the trip I took to D.C.?”

“Yes.”

“I never told her that I saw my father that day. He saw me and pretended he didn’t know me. When we went back to the hotel, he called me and told me to never come near him in public again. He made me promise to stay away from him … and my brother and sister. They were there with them, and so was his wife.

“I believed that Timothy, Mama, and I were going to be a family. When I realized that wasn’t ever going to come true, I made the promise. I was afraid that, if I went into the military, I would see them. My sister joined the Army, and my brother joined the Navy. I would break that promise if I went in, too.”

“You could have joined the Marines.”

She shook her head at Train’s fury for her father’s callousness. “Hammer and Jonas would have had heart attacks if I had. It was all good, anyway. I’m happy right where I am. Ultimately, I didn’t join because I didn’t want to leave Mama and the bitches.”

Train dived into the water, swimming toward her. “So you weren’t afraid of flying over an ocean with me?”

“No.” She wound her arms around his neck.

“Don’t forget your promise to me that you would quit bounty hunting when we got married.”

She brushed the side of his jaw with her lips. “Not until I get pregnant, and that’s not going to be anytime soon.”

Train slipped his hand around her waist and down to the tattoo on her lower back. She had tattooed Train, with an arrow underneath and one single word that had given him hope when he had kept asking her to marry him. One word that also gave him hope that one day they would have a family.

Believe.

“Afternoon, Commander Medina. You sent for me?”

“Come in, Captain.” Train stared critically at the captain who wanted to make the team to follow in his father’s footsteps. “Close the door.”

The soldier followed the order without hesitation, standing at attention until Train told him to have a seat.

“I requested for you to speak to me.” Train immediately brought up the reason for the captain’s visit to his office.

“Permission to speak freely, sir.”

Train didn’t miss that stubborn jaw, nor the hazel eyes staring back at him as he nodded for the captain to continue.

“I received my invitation to join the squad this morning.”

Train gave him a nod. “Congratulations. You will be an asset to the team.”

“If you believe that, then why wasn’t your score on my evaluation?”

Train leaned back in his chair. “It doesn’t matter what my score was. The lowest is always dropped. Your lowest score was a ninety-six. You made the team regardless of me withholding my score.”