Bad Boy Biker
"That's all I need. You, trying. We'll figure out the rest."
They made love that night, slow and tender. Reconnecting. Reaffirming. Choosing each other despite the obstacles.
After, wrapped in sheets, Duke traced the scar from Valentina's gunshot wound. "When do you want to get married?"
"Soon. Before I lose my nerve."
"How soon?"
"Two weeks?"
"Done." Duke kissed the scar. "Two weeks from today. You and me. Making this official."
"What about the baby? Sarah's due any day."