Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Moving forward, she’d do what made her truly happy, and that started with Tracker.
And his crazy MC family.
EPILOGUE
TWO STRONG ARMS circled Jo’s waist as a set of warm lips coasted up the side of her neck.
“You smell downright edible,” Tracker whispered in her ear, then sucked at her pulse point.
Jo sighed at the perfection of the moment.
The last month had been full-on chaos. The bullet that hit Andrew ended up being a through-and-through shot to his abdomen. He hadn’t stood a chance of survival, bleeding out in minutes. Lock stayed behind after everyone left, retrieved the bullet, and set fire to the remote cabin with a box of candles found in the kitchen. Without any evidence of foul play, the authorities assumed the fire started from candle usage due to the blackout from the hurricane.
No suspicion of foul play.
Still, Jo had been a nervous wreck the past few weeks, wondering when the other shoe would drop. She’d also worried herself sick trying to figure out who Andrew had been working with. They still didn’t know. Curly assured her they’d figure it out eventually, but she’d suffered many sleepless nights stressing over the revelation.
Luckily for her, she had a sexy man more than willing to exhaust her whenever she needed it.
Eventually, she’d come to the conclusion the club needed to remain vigilant and prepared for the worst, but she couldn’t spend her days waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Her family had stuck around for a few days. While they weren’t ever going to be Tracker or the club’s biggest fans, they’d come to terms with Jo’s relationship and stopped giving Tracker shit. It was the best she could hope for and more than she’d expected.
And finally, she’d had her cast removed earlier that morning.
Life couldn’t get much better for Jo now that she was back on two feet, celebrating with her newfound family and snuggling with the man she loved.
Well, maybe it could get a tiny bit better if she could figure out what to do with the rest of said life. Now that she’d gotten her cast off, it was time to move forward. She couldn’t hang out in Tracker’s tattoo shop for the rest of her life.
Appealing as that sounded.
“It’s some holiday brown-sugar scented, uh, lotion,” she said as he continued to attack her neck and steal her breath.
“Mmm… I hope you rubbed it on everywhere.” He grazed his teeth across a tendon in her neck.
“I, uh, oh, God… I did.” She shivered. Knowing this crew, they probably wouldn’t mind if she and Tracker got it on right there in front of the bar, but she tended to prefer a bit more privacy. “Can we leave yet?”
Tracker chuckled, then kissed her cheek. “Not yet. But I promise to make the wait worth your while.”
“You better,” she said as she chased his retreating lips with her own. He indulged her in a hot-as-hell kiss. “I may have quit the force, but I still have some handcuffs, and I’m not above restraining you and taking what I need.”
Tracker groaned. “Okay, maybe we can leave.”
It was her turn to laugh. “No, we can’t. This party is half for me.”
A celebration of her return to full health. Her side had healed long before her leg, which was finally given the all-clear last week. She’d begun rehab and wouldn’t be running a marathon anytime soon but already felt her strength returning.
Brooke and Liv insisted on a party to celebrate, and as it turned out, her news wasn’t the only incredible news the club received that week.
Two days ago, Lock had won custody of his nephew, Caleb. The baby was still in the hospital, having suffered a few setbacks, but the hope was that within the next few weeks, he’d be discharged and living with Lock.
Hence, the celebration.
Liv and Spec made their way over to the bar. He had an arm around her waist with his hand on her ass. As usual, Liv looked like a million dollars in a pair of sparkly black shorts and a white crop top.
“Jo!” Liv said, throwing her arms in the air as though she’d scored a touchdown. “I’ve been looking all over for you.
Tracker chuckled in her ear. Drunk Olivia was a trip.
“Hi, Liv. Did you forget that we already talked a few times tonight?”
“No, I did not.” Liv’s nose wrinkled. “Okay, maybe I did.” Spec laughed and kissed his woman’s temple. “But, this is something I wanted to talk to you about alone. Well, alone with your man. Since you’re one now.”
Jo pressed her lips together to keep from laughing at her friend. Tracker didn’t bother. He belted out a loud laugh as he hugged her close. “What’d you want to talk to me about?”
“Work. A job. Well, more than a job. I have a brilliant idea.”