10. Chapter Ten
Baron sat at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of hot cocoa with Bootstrap and Booker. They’d finished their deliveries, but Baron hadn’t been tired, and neither had Bootstrap. Regina was still gone with Brew.
The family without electricity was safe and warm in two of the suites at the bail bonds house. The failure to appear skip had been dropped off at the Dodge City jail, and Slice had saved an infant from freezing. It was never dull around the MC. His baby girl hadn’t returned with her husband yet from their deliveries.
He’d had a dream of a family of men who fought for what was right and helped those who couldn’t help themselves. Even in his wildest dreams, he couldn’t have imagined what all had grown from their group.
Kids were grown and having babies, and his wife was growing her menagerie of animals.
“How’s business?” Baron asked Bootstrap.
“Your son is a genius with beer. We can’t keep up with demand, which is good because it makes it a hot commodity. One of the boys wants to open a custom motorcycle shop. I told him to work up a business plan and we’d look at it. The towing company is doing great. The thing we need is some new prospects, and it wouldn’t hurt my feelings if some of the guys started settling down with women,” Bootstrap said.
“You ready to settle down?” Baron asked.
“As soon as I find my own baby girl. Just waiting for her to waltz through the door,” Bootstrap muttered.
Baron chuckled, then laughed, slapping his leg. “I hope I’m there when she does because I can’t wait until you meet a woman and have to explain you calling all the women baby girl.”
Booker laughed and took a sip of his drink.
“Did I hear you all teasing Bootstrap about his baby girl?” Regina asked as she walked in.
Baron stood, slid an arm around her, and kissed Regina’s lips.
“Yes, you did. Everything go okay?” Baron asked. Regina nodded.
Brew walked in. “Hey, what do I do with the check?” he asked.
“What check?” Baron asked.
“Mrs. Hall’s yearly check,” Regina said. “Remi or Winnie take care of the deposits. For now, you can put it in the safe if you want. They won’t deposit it until after Christmas.”
Brew nodded. “Can I look at it?” he asked.
Regina smiled. “Sure.”
Brew opened the check, and his eyes opened wide.
“Her investments must be doing really well,” Brew said.
Baron glanced at the check and nodded. “They are, but she also doesn’t spend a lot on herself. She prefers to give her money away and help others.”
Brew nodded. “Yep. Now, I’m going to go up and head to bed.” Brew walked out of the room.
“Brew, don’t do anything to your sister and Pit’s room. It’s Christmas!” Baron yelled.
“Awww, Dad. You’re no fun,” Brew yelled down the stairs.
Baron shook his head, looking at the love of his life. “Your son isn’t going to listen to me about that.”
“Nice. So he’s my son when he’s misbehaving, but he’s your son when he’s doing great work,” Regina muttered.
“Well, of course,” Baron said just to rile up his wife. She was a vision in a temper.
“Nope, it’s not happening tonight, Baron. It’s Christmas Eve. We have a wedding tomorrow, and no matter what you do, you’re not getting me to argue with you,” Regina said.
“Okay, I’ll behave until everyone leaves. Then all bets are off,” Baron said.
“Well, on that note. I’m heading to the clubhouse,” Bootstrap said.
“I’ll walk back with you,” Booker said.
They left, and Baron stared at the woman who’d taught him how wide and how deep a love could be.
“I love you, and I love the life we’ve made together,” Baron whispered against Regina’s lips. He felt her lips smile against his.
“Me too,” she said.
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