“Dinner’s in the microwave,” KC said, smile so saccharine that I was ready to go into a sugar coma. “Oli and I made salmon and veggies.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” I couldn’t resist leaning over Oliver and giving him another hard kiss. He melted under me. “What are we watching?”
Oliver huffed. “Some clown movie. KC wanted to.”
“You said you were okay with it,” KC argued.
“I did not. I said?—”
I watched them bicker, a strong love for them flooding me until I couldn’t tear my gaze from them. Fuck. I’d won the lotto, and no one was messing with my guys, not even fathers in one-percenter motorcycle clubs. I’d take on every criminal in this city if it meant Oliver and KC never had hurt feelings again.
Maybe the next target should be the college football team. Though, at least the head coach cared. He’d seen the work KC had put in. He’d already told KC they were looking at starting him again this summer. KC had worked hard to fight his demons and he was winning.
We all were. We’d always be stronger together.
EPILOGUE – PART III
OLI
The early morning sunshine gilded the fresh spring buds on the trees crowding close to the winding country road. Every now and then, the Jeep would hit a bump and Ren would grumble, even though we weren’t in Shakira and he wasn’t driving.
It was adorable.
He acted as if anything that happened to the Jeep hurt him. He was going to end up naming it soon. I sipped my iced banana float latte and rattled the cubes until Ren scowled over his shoulder at me.
KC snickered.
“Yes, bratty kitten?” Ren sipped his latte and slowly shook his head.
“This is so pretty.” The lake peeked through the trees on our right. Diamonds capped the small waves. “I’m glad we’re doing something for spring break that isn’t sitting around the apartment in the city.”
KC turned down the Tiësto song pulsing through the sound system—which had been Ren’s pick. “Yeah, we’ve never been on a vacation together.”
Ren grunted. “This isn’t a vacation. It’s just getting out of the city for a week.”
“Okay, Mr. Fancypants. It isn’t a vacation.” I rolled my eyes.
KC patted his thigh. “Whatever you want to call it, I love it. You win best idea of the month.”
I gasped and shoved the back of KC’s seat. “Hey! I didn’t realize we could win that! I would’ve been trying a lot harder with my great ideas.”
“You snooze, you lose. He already called it.” Ren rattled the ice in his drink in my direction, so I shimmied mine back. Our battle of annoying noises must’ve gone on for too long because KC grabbed Ren’s cup, drained the coffee, and then tossed the ice out the window. He glared at both of us in the rearview mirror with a smile twitching the corners of his mouth as he threw the trash on the floor at Ren’s feet.
I sat back to protect my drink while Ren stared holes through KC.
“That was the worst idea of the month, so you won both,” KC said.
“Oh fuck, no,” Ren growled.
I was giggling as KC stopped the Jeep in the driveway leading up to a massive, two-story square-log house.
“Okay. Ren, this isn’t a cabin,” I said.
Ren huffed. “Yes, it is.” He popped open his door, so I followed him.
KC hopped out and shut his door with a whistle. “I hate to do this to you, but I have to agree with Oli, this is a rustic vacation home, not a cabin.”
Ren shrugged. “Well, it’s ours now, since you won’t agree to run back to LA, which has the decency not to snow. I’m over snow after the blizzard this year.”