Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Tears filled her eyes. A whole generation to love.
She would likely never have kids of her own, but what Talbot was offering her was the next best thing. To watch over a child from kindergarten until she sent them off to college. To be a part of their world.
“He will pay you anything you want,” Rachel announced.
“Rach,” Talbot huffed.
“We’ll work it out.” Sabrina Leal knew a good thing when it opened in front of her. A whole future flowering. She’d worried about finding a job. This wasn’t a job. This was a calling. Her calling. “I’ll do it. I have to finish out the year…”
“We can work remotely,” Talbot said quickly as though he was afraid of losing her. “What we mostly need is your input on things like supplies and how to build the school. We’ll hire some helpers, of course.”
“And you’ll have all the volunteers you could ever want.” Rachel looked positively giddy.
“Someone want to tell me why my sister is crying?” Elisa frowned at Talbot, stepping between them.
Her sister was an Amazon of a woman. A few years older, Elisa had always protected her, sheltered her. There had been no mean sister antics or jealousy from her. Elisa had been a solid presence in her life. She’d joined the military and there had been years and miles between them, but she’d always loved her.
She got to live in the same town with her sister.
“I’m going to run the new school,” Sabrina said, her voice shaking. “I mean if the fact that I’m about to burst into tears doesn’t scare them off. They don’t understand how much I wanted to find a way to live here with you. They don’t know the gift they just gave me.”
Elisa turned, and now it was her eyes shining with tears. “You’re moving here? You’re going to live in Bliss?”
Sabrina nodded.
“If I wasn’t pregnant I would drink a whole bottle of champagne,” Rachel said before turning and shouting out. “We got her!”
The whole hall erupted in cheers, but Elisa had wrapped her up in a bear hug.
“Oh, I don’t have to give up my new baby?” Cassidy Meyer joined in, her husband, Mel, looking on with a big smile on his face.
Sabrina welcomed her. “I’m staying. I wouldn’t want to miss your pancakes.”
Sabrina stood there in the middle of the town that was to become her family and felt the love she’d been missing for years.
A brief thought of the man who’d dissed her floated through her brain, but she dismissed him. She didn’t need some man to be nice to her.
This was what she needed.
This was bliss.
* * * *
Wyatt Kemp sat back, the heaviness of the night pressing in on him and the cold threatening to shake his bones.
Maybe it would be good if he looked super pathetic. Maybe Sawyer would take pity on a dude and not force him to sleep in the snow.
It was almost Christmas.
If he was back at the clubhouse… Well, it wasn’t like there would be some homey, happy shit going on. Nope. Joy was not what the Colorado Horde was known for.
Years. He’d wasted years of his life because he’d tried to make his father happy and then his brother. All those years gone because he hadn’t understood there was a world outside the brutal one he’d been born into. He hadn’t understood it until he’d met Sawyer Hathaway.
You ever decide to get out of this hellhole, you come to my place. It’s just outside of Bliss.
Just outside of Bliss, the crazy little town he’d talked about all the time. The town where Sawyer had friends and a couple of businesses he’d been forced to walk away from to try to protect his dumbass brother, who should have known better. Wes had joined the MC because it sounded cool. Wyatt had been born into it.
Damn, but he wished he’d let Sawyer save him back then. If he had, he wouldn’t be standing out here in the freezing cold waiting for the man to come home, his chest aching like a motherfucker.
He hoped he hadn’t bled through again.
He sat on the porch of the surprisingly large and cozy-looking cabin he’d discovered was owned by Sawyer. He’d thought about sitting at Hell on Wheels until Sawyer returned. They’d kept in touch over the years, mostly Sawyer asking him if he was ready to get out and telling him not to call him if his ass ended up in prison. Wyatt took those calls as Sawyer’s sign of affection. He was pretty sure the guy didn’t check up on any of his old “friends” from the Horde. They came through his bar every couple of weeks, and Sawyer was mean enough they mostly behaved. They always stayed out of town even though Wyatt had been dying to see it.