Laura
We were packed up and back on the road within half an hour. I slid to the middle of the bench seat, my thigh pressed against Talon’s, not wanting to be too far away from him. One hand rested instinctively on my belly, while the other traced circles on the inside of his thigh. When we pulled up to the clubhouse, Dex and Norris helped Talon unload the truck and carry everything upstairs.
The apartment felt familiar, but somehow different now — more like a fortress than a home. The heavy metal door clicked shut behind Dex, leaving Talon and I alone. I stood in the middle of the living room, my arms crossed over my chest. The sunlight streaming through the massive windows did little to chase away the chill I felt creeping into my bones.
Talon moved past me, setting down the last of ou
