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Walk Through Fire (Chaos #4)(75)
Author: Kristen Ashley

Then I felt him gather me up after he got into bed with me.

I also heard him order, “Don’t fuckin’ fall asleep. You gotta make it until eight o’clock, then you can crash.”

I had not forgotten how bossy he was.

It was just that I never minded it.

It was him.

And I never minded anything about Logan.

Though, now it was kind of annoying. But it was mature, badass biker—my mature, badass biker who was back annoying. So even if it was annoying, it wasn’t that annoying.

I didn’t share that.

Instead, I watched a movie and a half with Logan.

Then I did whatever the hell I wanted, which was what I’d always done when he was bossy.

Or, I should say, I did what my body wanted.

I crashed.

In my bed.

Tangled up with my man.

CHAPTER TWELVE

We’re Found

Millie

I WOKE UP and it was dark.

But I woke up and I was awake.

I also woke up in the middle of my bed, tangled up in Logan.

I lay there. I did it a long time. I did it happy to do it forever.

Then I couldn’t do it anymore because I had to go to the bathroom.

So the last thing I wanted to do, I did. Sliding out of his arms, unwinding my limbs from his, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, closing the door, not turning on the light until it was shut so it wouldn’t disturb him and going about my business.

I turned off the light before I left the bathroom but I only took one step into the room.

The curtains were opened, so the room was very lit even if it was still night.

And I could see Logan, sheets to his lat, body curved on the bed, one arm under my pillow, the other arm thrown out to where I lay minutes before, the dark of him against the light of my sheets more beautiful than the Eiffel Tower at night.

And the Eiffel Tower at night was spectacular.

Weirdly, even with Logan in my bed, the light beckoned me and I moved to the front of the room right to the window.

Logan should have closed the curtains. Anyone could see in.

And someone could be looking.

I didn’t care when I made it there and looked out.

The snow had stopped. The sky was clear. The moon was shining bright on gazillions of tiny crystals, the streetlights casting an unnecessary glow.

The snow had been heavy and long. It coated everything and there was a lot of it. Cars parked on the street, the snow was up to the middle of the doors.

The street had not been cleared. That much snow, they’d concentrate on the heavily trafficked areas. If we were lucky, they’d get to my street sometime that day.

But cars had tried to navigate it, the snow not dirty and brown, it just had tire tracks cut through.

Not many.

Too much snow to take that risk.

People would stay home. Warm. Safe. With their loved ones around them.

I looked back at the bed where Logan was, and clearheaded, it all came to me.

So I looked back to the peace of the snow and filtered through all of it.

It had occurred to me frequently through the years that there was a good possibility I’d made a mistake. That I should have told Logan, once he’d given me the go-ahead to get pregnant whenever, that I’d pushed my birth control pills into the toilet and flushed them away. I should have told him that I’d been trying for the surprise of a baby for months. And when that didn’t happen, I should have told him I’d gone to the doctor and sustained the crushing blow, alone, that with one simple test I found out it wasn’t going to happen.

There was nothing we could do. No hoops to jump through. No surgeries to be had. No treatments to try.

It just wasn’t going to happen.

But when these thoughts occurred to me, I couldn’t bear it. I couldn’t even consider I’d made such a massive mistake. And even if my brain pushed through that idea, I couldn’t think about finding him, telling him, and courting the possibility he’d be even angrier at me and wouldn’t take me back.

But I’d found him.

I’d told him.

And it didn’t even take twenty-four hours before he told me he got it and took me back.

But now...

What?

He said we should put twenty years of being apart behind us and keep on going.

He clearly thought it was that easy.

He loved me like I loved him and that had never died, for either of us.

But it wasn’t going to be that easy. Twenty years had passed. We weren’t the same people.

Sure, he was still Chaos, but he had daughters, an ex, and Chaos had changed with Tack being at the helm and I’d noted not only the new recruits but brothers were gone. I hadn’t seen Chew, Crank, Arlo, Dog, Black, men who’d be around. Men who would go watch Hop play. Men who’d be at Wild Bill’s field. Men who’d be at the Compound.

And I had changed. I was nothing like the Millie he knew and wasn’t sure I could make my way back. No way in hell I was ever putting on another pair of cutoffs and a halter top. And if Logan tried to light up a joint in my house, I’d lose my mind.

You didn’t chase after bikers telling them to crush out their marijuana cigarettes and forcing them to put their beer bottles on coasters.

Coasters do not factor.

Oh man.

What if we made it to this point only to find out we could go no further?

What if I got him back only for him to get to know me again and not like what he gets to know?

I mean, I was totally boring!

And his girls. He had girls. They had a mom as well as a dad. What if they didn’t like a new woman in their dad’s life? What if they wanted their mom and dad back together? What if they plain just didn’t like me?

I was, as noted, boring.

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