Chapter 40
CHAPTER FORTY
GOOSE
We fill out the application online, and then Cidney packs a bag. A small one. Lainey watches us during this process with sleepy yet wide eyes. She parts her lips when we have everything ready and starts to speak.
“Are you going to attempt to dissuade us?” I ask
Lainey shakes her head, her gaze staying focused on mine as she moves closer to me. She reaches out and takes my hands in hers, squeezing them gently. “I just want everyone to be happy. I know this will make you both happy, but what about Ivy and the club? I’m worried.”
“You’re sweet,” I murmur. “But I got this.”
Cidney makes her move toward us, stopping just beside me. Sliding my arm around her waist, I bring her close to my side, turning and touching my lips to the top of her head. She sinks against my side, melting into me.
“I love him, Lainey. Justin knows that, even if it’s his wishful thinking I will somehow fall out of love with Trent. I know in my heart that I won’t. He is who I want, who I am in love with, and Justin will accept it. He won’t have a choice.”
“Then you must marry him,” she whispers.
“We’ll be back in two days. Nobody will ask, but if they do, have them call me,” Cidney says.
She looks to me, her eyes wide, her lips parted. “I don’t want anyone to lie for me,” she murmurs.
Fuck me. But yeah, this is my wife.
CIDNEY
Climbing onto the back of Trent’s bike, I press my body against his as he starts the engine. Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh as the bike begins to move. The cool air slides past my skin, and that sense of freedom becomes almost overwhelming.
It’s perfection.
With every mile we ride away from Thunder Rock, I feel lighter. I’ve had so much shit thrown at me, so much pain in the last weeks. But this isn’t that. This is freedom and happiness. This is me taking control of my own life, taking control of my future.
Maybe it’s a mistake to marry Trent this way. I know my cousin would think so. Maybe I’m taking this leap without even thinking about the repercussions. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. But I shake all those thoughts away, and the one that comes forward is the only one that matters.
I love Trent Fairfax.
Every single part of him—the good, the bad, and the wild