"Thank you, Mrs. Danski." She waved and ran on her tiptoes through the grass toward her apartment.
Wyatt waved to Mrs. Danski, chuckling. The older woman had her nose in everyone's business, and he'd never want her to change. Her need to know everything that happened in the complex had helped him save his family.
Walking up the concrete walkway to the front porch, he looked out to the yard. It was big enough to hold a party in the summer and small enough he could use a push mower. Joey could plant flowers, sit in the sun, or do any damn thing she wanted.
He unlocked the door and stepped inside. The slight scent of new carpet and linoleum hung in the air. He'd spent a lot of hours going over plans with Joey before beginning the construction until everything was perfect.
Gazing up the stairs in the entryway, he ran his hand over the wood banister. Together, they'd planned for the future. Three bedrooms weren't enough. Joey wanted at least two kids, and they already had bedrooms upstairs for whenever they arrived.
Walking past his office, where Carr Construction would finally have a place to meet with clients, he strolled into the kitchen. It was a large kitchen made for a woman who enjoyed cooking. Even more, Joey—his wife, enjoyed having those she loved around her while she cooked.
He spotted a piece of paper on the counter. Picking it up, he read.
Wyatt —
Since the first time we got together, I've felt like I was dreaming. Last night, when you became a member of Tarkio Motorcycle Club, I was so proud of you. You not only devoted your life to the club, but swore to love me this morning in front of your children, and I feel incredibly lucky.
Don't laugh, but sometimes I think we're two hearts born to love each other. You're perfect for me, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.
I love you,
Mrs. Joey Carr
WYATT FOLDED THE PAPER and slipped it into the pocket of his leather Tarkio vest. Running his hand over his beard, he couldn't believe how his life had turned out. There were some dark days when his kids were young that he wouldn't want to live through again. Joey brought the sunshine to all their lives, and he planned to make sure she continued to love him as much as she did on their wedding day.
"Wyatt?" said Joey.
He cleared his throat and turned. "In the kitchen."
Joey, wearing a pair of nylon gym shorts, a white crop top, and a pair of Keds, hurried toward him. She set the tap for the keg on the counter and then slipped her arms around him.
"The bikers are arriving. I could hear them down the street when I ran over here." She kissed him. "Is it weird that I'm nervous about sleeping with you with the kids in the house?"
"I can send them to my mom's house." He gathered her hair at the back of her neck, unable to keep his hands off her.
"No, she's promised to have them stay with her all next week, so we can enjoy our honeymoon."
"You're sure you don't want to go to the Blackfoot Casino Resort and stay instead?" he asked.
She laughed. "No way. I want to stay in our new house with you. Alone. Doing the sexy. Running around naked. Everything we haven't been able to do over the last year and a half."
"First place, on the pool table in the family room." He wiggled his brows. "You have no idea how many damn times I've dreamed about having you spread out on top with all the pool balls scattered around you."
"You pervert." Her eyes widened, and she smiled. "I love it. Yes."
He kissed her deeply as the rumble outside grew in intensity. Joey was going to make him walk outside with his cock hard for her. She broke the kiss and rubbed her breasts against his chest. Damn little tease.
She stepped back, taking his hand, pulling him toward the door. He adjusted himself and walked out on the porch.
The Tarkio members congregated in the driveway. He patted Joey's ass and went out to divide everyone into two crews and sent them in two different directions to bring their belongings into the house. Everything was boxed up and ready to go. With almost thirty members helping out, they should have everything moved within a couple of hours.
"Paco," shouted Wyatt. "There's a keg in the rec center. Why don't you haul it over and set in on the porch?"
He walked over to Joey's new car parked on the side of the garage and pushed the remote garage door opener, opening up the garage. The bigger car was the only thing Joey had bought with the money she'd won at Blackfoot. She planned to save the rest for their future or if the kids needed help along the way of becoming adults.
When he returned to the house, Joey leaned over the porch rail and waved toward the parking lot.
He glanced over and spotted his kids, getting out of Tyler's mom's car. Travis had shot up over the last six months and now stood six feet tall. He wasn't finished growing yet, and would probably be taller than Wyatt.
Jess jogged up on the porch, her ponytail swinging behind her. "Have they started carrying stuff yet?"
"They just went to the apartments." Joey fingered Jess's white, puka shell necklace. "You look beautiful today."
Jess grinned. "I love the dress."
Travis carried six pizza boxes into the house and returned to the porch. "When can we bring my dirt bike home?"
"You can't ride it here, and there's no use hauling it back and forth when you want to go riding," said Wyatt.
"I could work on it here."
"It's brand—" He shook his head. "We'll bring it home next time I have some free time."
He understood the need to tinker on a motorcycle. It's one reason he hadn't bought a
