She pulled away and looked up at me with a big smile.

“You are the best kisser, Cade Calley.”

My cheeks flushed and I licked my lips, tasting her lip balm.

“Can I kiss you again?” I asked.

Indy’s eyes widened and her face was bright with happiness. “We’re married, Cade. You can kiss me as much as you like.”

I stepped in and pressed my lips to hers again, closing my eyes and losing myself to the softness of her mouth. Happiness burst in my chest and I smiled against her lips, thinking how good it was to be married to my best friend.

You can kiss me as much as you like.

Our kiss lingered and in that moment I vowed to be the best husband in the whole world.

And to kiss Indy every chance I got.

CADE

Now

I saw her as soon as I arrived. I was late because Bull asked Elias, Davey, and me to take care of some business out at Spank Daddy’s, and it had taken longer than we’d anticipated. So, by the time we got back to the clubhouse things were getting messy, including Indy. But she wasn’t just messy, she was almost fall-down drunk. Sitting on a barstool, surrounded by Mirabella, Jacob, Abby, Isaac, and Vader, she was slinging back a shot of something clear as I approached. When she saw me, her eyes narrowed and she gave me a smile that was anything but warm.

“And so the man of the hour returns!” she slurred, raising her empty glass at me.

“This should be interesting,” Jacob murmured to Mirabella as I walked past them.

I glanced at Isaac who gave me a you should probably run look. But I ignored him and focused on the stranger in front of me who had once been my very reason for breathing.

“It looks like you’re having a good time,” I said, ignoring how she swayed on the stool.

“You know what, I am! I am having a great time,” she slurred again. She banged her glass on the bar, almost slipping off the stool, and then slapped her hands onto her knees. “And who would have thought! I mean, I didn’t. Not in a million fucking years.” She looked around her, screwing her nose up as she took in the clubhouse and everyone in it. “I mean . . . I really didn’t!”

I eyed Randy, not impressed that he’d let her get this drunk.

“Two cocktails and two shots,” he said, raising his arms at his side. “That’s all it took.”

“So why are you so late?” Indy demanded with the obnoxious confidence of a drunk. “No, wait, lemme guess . . . you were with some hottie you couldn’t tear yourself away from . . . no! You were with two hotties . . . two hotties with big boobs, tight pussies, and no self-respect.”

“Jesus,” Vader muttered and turned away.

Mirabella stepped forward. “Indy, maybe we should go get some fresh air.” But Indy ignored her, because clearly, she wasn’t done yet.

“Or, maybe, you’ve got yourself a little lady stashed away somewhere. Someone whose heart you haven’t managed to stomp all over . . .yet.”

“What is wrong with you?” I asked.

“What is wrong with me?” She stood up and would have fallen on her ass if it wasn’t for Isaac catching her. She shrugged him off as if it was no big deal and came straight for me. Her eyes narrowed. Her cheeks turned pink. When she reached me, she shoved a pointed finger at my chest. “What’s wrong with me, what’s wrong with you? Who do you think you are, treating women like that? Does she know what you’re capable of? Does she know how you like to fuck club skanks behind her back?”

Indy was making a point. Even if the woman I was apparently cheating on didn’t actually exist.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said calmly.

She leaned in as if she was going to tell me a secret. “You forget, I know first-hand how you treat women.”

I always knew this confrontation was going to happen. But this . . . this was a train wreck. And very public.

“You’ve had too much to drink,” I said, standing very still while she wobbled on her feet.

“I haven’t even started drinking,” she slurred. She swung around to Randy. “Another shot, barman!”

“I’m taking you home,” I said grabbing her wrist. But she wrenched it free.

“Don’t you tell me what to do!” She glared at me. “You don’t ever get to tell me what to do.”

“We’re not doing this here,” I said.

“No. You’re right. We’re not doing this at all.”

She stumbled off.

“I’ll make sure she is okay,” Abby said, brushing past me. “Crazy-assed bitch.”

I turned back to Isaac who handed me a shot of whiskey.

“Here, I think you’ve earned it.”

I slung it back and signaled for another.

Something told me the trouble had only just started.


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