But not because of my husband.
“Nice to meet you, Trillian,” Saxon Tate says, lifting my hand to his mouth and placing a kiss on it.
Holy fucking shit.
“Get your hands off my wife, Sax,” Xander growls, walking up to me and pulling me to his side.
Xander got Morning Alliance to play at our wedding.
Morning Alliance.
At my wedding.
He’s the best husband—ever.
In the world.
In the history of husbands.
God, how I love him.
“So how did Xander get someone as beautiful as you?” Ryder, the band’s lead singer, asks.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
Xander elbows Ryder in the stomach. Summer, standing next to me, laughs so hard she’s clutching her stomach.
Pull yourself together, Trillian.
“Th–thank you for coming… for playing tonight.”
Yeah, that’s smooth.
Not.
“You’re welcome,” Jet replies.
Jet.
He’s hot, too.
So is Kidd.
And Trey.
Oh, my.
Arrow, Rake, Sin, and another biker named Tracker were here, too.
Hotness overload.
Sin’s old lady Faye was gorgeous and gave me her number so we could catch up sometime. Total sweetheart.
“Trillian,” Xander whispers into my ear. “You better give your husband some attention right now or I’m going punch one of them in the face.”
Grinning, I turn to him and kiss his mouth. “I can’t believe you got them to play.”
“Anything for you, Trill, you know that. Even watching you drool over men who I now want to kill.”
Best. Husband. Ever.
*****
Xander
Three Years Later
“Fuck.”
I look down at my daughter, Skye, and cringe. “Baby, that’s a bad word, you shouldn’t say that.”
“Fuck.”
I glance around, glad Trillian isn’t home yet. She’s still at the primary school where she works as a full-time teacher. I work as a mechanic, and I have my own garage in Channon. Today, however, I am spending the day watching Skye, who is now two. I’d said ‘fuck’ accidentally when I noticed that our new puppy chewed Trillian’s shoes, and she heard it.
And now she’s repeating it.
I am so fuckin’ dead.
Whose idea was it to get a puppy when we already have a toddler, anyway?
Vixen is a German Shepherd and a beautiful dog. She is also a pain in the ass.
“Fuck!” Skye yells, looking proud of herself. Her inky blue-black curly hair is sticking up in every direction, her hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. She is absolutely perfect, and I’m going to need to invest in a baseball bat when she hits her teens.
Or a crowbar.
Oh, hell, I’ll just pass out the information that her godfather is a member of the Wind Dragons MC. That will do it.
“Skye, don’t say that word around Mummy, okay?” I try to barter with her.
“Okay, Daddy,” she replies.
I hear the front door unlock and Trillian walk in, looking as beautiful as she was the day I met her.
“Hi, Mummy!” Skye yells, running to her. Trillian lifts her in her arms and kisses her. Then she heads straight to me, bends her head, and kisses me on my mouth.
“How was your day?” I ask her, pulling both Trillian and Skye onto my lap.
“It was good,” she replies, smiling at me. “I missed you both, though. What did you two get up to?”
“Took her to the park and swimming lessons,” I reply. “Then we both napped.”
Trillian giggles. “Of course you did.”
“I missed you,” I tell her, capturing her lips in another kiss, this one open-mouthed.
I still can’t get enough of her.
I never will.
“Fuck!’ Skye yells.
Trillian glances down at her and then back at me. “Xander Kane!”
I shrug sheepishly.
Fuck.