Time Will Tell (Maybe #3)(48)

Yeah, that’s smooth.

Not.

“You’re welcome,” Jet replies.

Jet.

He’s hot, too.

So is Kidd.

And Trey.

Oh, my.

Arrow, Rake, Sin, and another biker named Tracker were here, too.

Hotness overload.

Sin’s old lady Faye was gorgeous and gave me her number so we could catch up sometime. Total sweetheart.

“Trillian,” Xander whispers into my ear. “You better give your husband some attention right now or I’m going punch one of them in the face.”

Grinning, I turn to him and kiss his mouth. “I can’t believe you got them to play.”

“Anything for you, Trill, you know that. Even watching you drool over men who I now want to kill.”

Best. Husband. Ever.

*****

Xander

Three Years Later

“Fuck.”

I look down at my daughter, Skye, and cringe. “Baby, that’s a bad word, you shouldn’t say that.”

“Fuck.”

I glance around, glad Trillian isn’t home yet. She’s still at the primary school where she works as a full-time teacher. I work as a mechanic, and I have my own garage in Channon. Today, however, I am spending the day watching Skye, who is now two. I’d said ‘f*ck’ accidentally when I noticed that our new puppy chewed Trillian’s shoes, and she heard it.

And now she’s repeating it.

I am so f*ckin’ dead.

Whose idea was it to get a puppy when we already have a toddler, anyway?

Vixen is a German Shepherd and a beautiful dog. She is also a pain in the ass.

“Fuck!” Skye yells, looking proud of herself. Her inky blue-black curly hair is sticking up in every direction, her hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. She is absolutely perfect, and I’m going to need to invest in a baseball bat when she hits her teens.

Or a crowbar.

Oh, hell, I’ll just pass out the information that her godfather is a member of the Wind Dragons MC. That will do it.

“Skye, don’t say that word around Mummy, okay?” I try to barter with her.

“Okay, Daddy,” she replies.

I hear the front door unlock and Trillian walk in, looking as beautiful as she was the day I met her.

“Hi, Mummy!” Skye yells, running to her. Trillian lifts her in her arms and kisses her. Then she heads straight to me, bends her head, and kisses me on my mouth.

“How was your day?” I ask her, pulling both Trillian and Skye onto my lap.

“It was good,” she replies, smiling at me. “I missed you both, though. What did you two get up to?”

“Took her to the park and swimming lessons,” I reply. “Then we both napped.”

Trillian giggles. “Of course you did.”

“I missed you,” I tell her, capturing her lips in another kiss, this one open-mouthed.

I still can’t get enough of her.

I never will.

“Fuck!’ Skye yells.

Trillian glances down at her and then back at me. “Xander Kane!”

I shrug sheepishly.

Fuck.





Turn the page for an excerpt from Arrow’s Hell, the second book in the Wind Dragons MC series by Chantal Fernando.





Arrow’s Hell

(Wind Dragon’s MC #2)





Prologue


Arrow


I stare down into my Scotch, twirling the amber liquid around in the glass. The clubhouse moves around me, people talking, laughing and carrying on, but I feel like I’m frozen. Like the world is moving around me, but I’m stuck in place. I know I’m held back by my own demons, my own guilt, but I don’t deserve any redemption. My neck strains as I tilt my head back, memories playing in my mind like an old movie.

Mary gathers her clothes and dresses slowly.

I take in her every move.

Everything about her is gentle.

Beautiful.

What the hell am I doing? Why do I keep her at a distance?

Faye is right—Mary is one of a kind and I shouldn’t be f*cking around on her. Even if she knows about it. Mary has never once tried to change me. She’s taken me as I am—my many faults and all.

How many women would do the same?

“Have a safe run, Arrow,” she says softly, lifting her dark hair off her back and tying it up.

“Come here,” I demand softly.

She instantly complies.

She’s good like that, always wanting to make me happy, but at the same time—she’s not weak. She’s intelligent, sharp, and knows what she wants in life.

I’m just lucky enough to be one of those things.

I want to tell her that I only want to be with her and that I’m going to do right by her.

I want to tell her I want her as my old lady.

But I don’t.

“We need to talk when I get back,” I say, needing time to gather the right words.

She nibbles on her bottom lip. “Is everything okay?”

“It will be,” I tell her, kissing her heart-shaped lips.

It will be okay the moment I tell her how much I love her.

My eyes snap open, and I shake my head, laughing without humor.

I never did tell her that I loved her.