Reaper's Salvation (Road to Salvation A Last Rider's Trilogy 3)
“I’m sure.”
“Me, too.”
Reaper’s shoulders slumped. “We’re fucked.”
Rider nodded in agreement. “Yes, we are.”
Chapter Forty-Eight
“Are you happy with the counters?”
Ginny smoothed her hand over them. “I love them. Do you like them?” She anxiously waited for Gavin’s reaction.
“I like them. I’m happy with how everything came out.”
“I am, too. Now, if we can get the plumber to show, get the plumbing inspected, and get the battery installed in the garage, we can move. You think two weeks?”
Ginny was thrilled. The cabinets that had been on backorder just yesterday were now not only there but installed. As happy as she was with his surprise, she should have locked Stubborn Ass out of the club house before; they probably would have already moved into their new home.
“One thing I’ve learned building this house, I’d rather build five factories than one house.”
Ginny walked around her kitchen, touching everything. She still couldn’t believe her dream was actually coming true. The house she and Leah had spent hours on end talking about—that she worked endless hours for—was now a reality.
“I’m so happy.”
Gavin gave her a searching look. “You don’t sound happy.”
Ginny shook herself out of the sense of doom that suddenly assailed her. “I’m just being ridiculous.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” Gavin gave her a wry smile that never failed to give her heart flip flops.
“My superstitious nature is coming out. Every time when my life is going good, something happens to screw it all up. Last week when I went to see Myles, the other girls were there, too. I can’t wait until I can invite them here.”
Ginny was already imagining Trudy, Sex Piston, Fat Louise, Killyama, and Crazy Bitch hanging around her kitchen tormenting Gavin like they did Dalton.
“Don’t remind me.”
Ginny couldn’t hold back the laughter when he shuddered at the memory.
“You have no one to blame but yourself. I told you to stay in the car.”
“They had me going back to the kitchen to get them shit just so they could check out my ass.”
Ginny had to smother down the laughter when he gave her an offended glance.
“It didn’t help that you didn’t try to make them behave. I thought women were supposed to be jealous-natured when other women act that way toward their husbands?”
“You aren’t my husband.”
“Legally, I am.”
“Anyway,” she went on, bypassing their bone of contention. Ginny wasn’t about to get in the same tired argument with him. “I don’t mind them looking; they just can’t touch. None of them would try to steal my man.”
“You’re not the least bit jealous?”
Ginny heard the hint of uncertainty in his voice from across the room.
Walking toward him seductively, she saw Gavin’s eyes lower to her baby bump as she sashayed to him. Reaching out, her hands went to his belt to jerk him to her.
“Why would I be jealous?” Going to her tiptoes, she licked the corner of his mouth before pulling away. “Why would you turn to another woman when I would do anything you want?”
His mouth curled in a devil-may-care smile. “Very true.”
Gavin curled his palm along her jaw. “Have you forgotten to tell me something today?”
“I love you, Gavin.”
No matter how many times she told him a day, she could see the uncertainty in his gaze.
He wrapped her in his arms, showing she had reassured him for the moment. “I’m pretty happy with the house myself.”
Ginny smiled against his shoulder. God, she loved this stubborn man.
“Don’t let your superstitions get to you. Everything is working out. The house is almost done, Allerton’s case is moving along, though his lawyer managed to get a court hearing for next week, seeking bail again. Agent Collins said it’ll be denied again, and he says, when he finally realizes he’s not getting out, he’ll come forth with the information on Clindale. Shade is still working on it, too, with the information we found out. So, hopefully, we’ll get that answer soon. Everything is going our way,” he reassured her.
“Shh … don’t jinx us. Trudy said the same thing when I went to see Myles. But I just can’t rid myself of this feeling. I even called Zoey and made a counseling session. She always helps me gain back a positive attitude.”
“She give you any suggestions you could use?”
“Zoey said my insecurities could be coming from my past lives, compounded by what I’ve gone through, that this may be the source of my problem. She suggested to get a good psychotherapist or there’s a trend where you can do it yourself with self-mediation. You can find it online and see your face and how you die in your last life. I ….”
Gavin took her by the forearms and pulled her back to stare down at her. His face was formidable in its intensity. “Don’t. I mean it, Ginny. Promise me?”
“I wasn’t. I was just telling you what she suggested. I don’t want to know how I died in a past life any more than I want to know how I’m going to die in this one.”