Chapter Thirty-Two
Trace shook his head as he listened to Cecilia's crazy message with a lopsided grin. That woman... his grin widened. Loved him. His Cecilia, tough as nails on the outside sweet as marshmallow fluff on the inside, loved him. He pushed play again just to hear her voice. He'd ride safe, and come home safe, and see her tomorrow. And they could take all the time they needed sorting out what needed to be sorted. Which for starters, was building a place in Prairie. Settling down with Cecilia was at the very top of his to-do list.
A quiet knock sounded on the hotel room door. "Just a second." He opened the door to Jax bracing himself against the doorjamb. "'Sup?"
"You coming out with us?"
Trace shook his head. "Nah. I'm tired. And I don't want to give the reporters any more
