Page 63 of Razor

Honey squealed with delight and held onto the edge. “This is so much fun!”

Razor made a loop around the compound, heading the opposite way from Winnie’s parked car. By the time Razor made it back, Scythe had cleared the way. Everyone clapped as they passed, and Honey relaxed her death grip to wave one hand. By the third lap, she fluttered her fingers over her head like she was on a roller coaster.

“Daddy! Stop! Take Winnie and Caroline for a ride,” she called over the roar of the motor.

“One loop each,” he agreed. “Then dinner.”

Razor lifted her easily out of the sidecar and stood by Honey’s side to steady her as she regained her balance after the buzz of the road underneath her and the throb of the motor. Her Daddy removed her helmet and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Will you go riding with me again?” he asked.

“In a flash!”

Caroline won two out of three rounds of rock, paper, scissors to go next. Winnie waited patiently in her helmet as Razor buzzed Caroline around the neighborhood.

When they were all done, Scythe rolled his grill onto his driveway for everyone to toss burgers and hot dogs on it. Wraith and Hellcat set up an enormous table as the Devil Daddies contributed side dishes and desserts. The guys out on patrol, at the gate, and working at Inferno, all rotated to allow everyone to attend. Scythe took a couple of plates to Vex’s house when he didn’t come join the group.

“Is everything okay there?” Razor asked.

“She’s sleeping. He’s not leaving her side,” Scythe reported.

Honey studied their expressions when several men nearby nodded with a knowing smile. What was she missing?

“So that’s how it is?” Hellcat asked.

“How what is?” Caroline asked.

“Never mind, Little girl. Just some Devil Daddies’ business,” Wraith told her. “Who wants another s’more?”

“Me, Me, Me!” All three Little girls nodded eagerly. With a groan, Wraith pushed himself out of his chair and headed for the grill, scooting the chickens, who’d joined the party to peck for scraps on the ground, out of the way.

Honey had the best seat of everyone. Her lawn chair sat next to the other Little girls on one side and Razor on the other. Honey held her Daddy’s hand as she giggled with her friends. She couldn’t remember a time she’d had so much fun being part of a group. A sudden hush fell over the gathering as another motorcycle engine approached.

Honey glanced up to see Lucien riding his monstrous black bike with red flames down the center of the street. He parked and walked up the driveway to join the street party, stopping in front of the Little girls who sat wrapped warmly in their Devil Daddies’ blankets. “Seems like I’m missing a party.”

“There are more s’mores,” Honey suggested and grinned as the rhyme tickled her.

“I think that’s exactly what I need now that everyone is home,” Lucien said. His lips curved in a rare smile as he met Honey’s gaze.

Charmed, she decided he wasn’t as scary as he’d first appeared. She returned the happy expression, and something clicked into place inside her as Razor patted her knee. This truly was home.