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become my husband and me as his wife.
    Once the day passes in a blur, I make my way inside my place and immediately step out of my heels. I wish Rex was home to massage my feet. Who am I kidding? I just miss my man period, foot rubs or not.
    My phone pings with a text.
    Can’t call tonight. Had to detour. Gotta make up time. Love you.
    Disappointment fills me, but I understand. In our life, his responsibilities to the club have to come first. This only fuels me further to make sure Rex knows I’m in for the long ride. I want to show him he’s first in my life.
    Missing you. Be safe, and I’m thinking of you. Love you.
    Getting up, I pour myself a glass of wine. While I sip it, I slide out my laptop and snuggle on the couch to start working out my plans.
    I lean my head back on the couch and sigh. Smiling to myself, I think this has to be Rex’s favorite place to have sex. I get hot thinking about riding him in the very spot I’m sitting in while making plans for our wedding.
    I make my mental list. Hotel must haves for the wedding night: a suite with a couch so I can ride my husband to the point he loses control and can’t hold back as my pussy squeezes him tightly.
    “Husband,” I say the word out loud then squeal like a teenage girl. “Yes, Drexel Crews will come home to become my husband. I don’t need New York. Our love is bigger than the Big Apple, anyway.”
    I spend the night on the couch with my wine, my computer, and my mind on my man. The wheels keep on turning with determination to make my plans a reality.
     

 
    “Company,” the crackle of the two-way radio chimes in with Boomer’s voice.
    I look in the mirror to see the Avalanche has found us again. Following our protocol, I continue to drive the rig as if we don’t know we have a tail. Tripp and I rotate who drives at stops so we each stay alert. It’s my turn, so I have to sort out the stopping point to lure in our problem.
    This being a long haul with questionable goods, we have used more back roads than major highways. The speed limit may be slower, but the chances of closures and accidents are lower on the unbeaten path.
    “Confirm it’s not Ravage,” Tripp clips into the phone as he calls Roundman back to try to assess who is at our back door.
    It very well could be the club not trusting us or testing us and, therefore, sending a tail to follow. It wouldn’t be a show of good faith on their part, but hey, not knowing what we are pulling, maybe we need the extra eyes. Simple communication of that fact would have been better, though.
    “Thanks. On it,” Tripp barks into the phone before disconnecting the call.
    He looks at me and issues the order. “Treat as an unfriendly. Roundman is certain they didn’t send backup.”
    I sigh and start readying myself mentally for the fallout. It’s not Ravage. They have trusted us with their goods to deliver. Whoever is following us, they messed up because we will deliver without distraction or delay. If these boys want a fight, they just earned one.
    My mind goes to home for a split second. I can picture Lux with her arms around my neck and her lips on mine. I blink and then see my son, his blue eyes looking brightly into my own.
    I don’t know who these fuckers are, but they have barked up the wrong tree by following this rig.
    It takes a little over twenty minutes to find a dimly lit truck stop. When I pull up to the gas pump as if nothing is amiss, the Chevy pulls in not far behind us.
    Amateurs. Smart men in the game would have kept driving. Smart men in the game would not have showed their cards. Smart men in the game would know this is a set up. Smart men know to be hidden. Smart men who have done this before know not to show themselves quickly. Smart men keep distance between themselves and their target so the attack is one of surprise. Smart men make sure their plan is rock solid.
    Tripp hops down and comes to my side. We top off the tank then check the rig over while we burn up the few