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We don’t, but I nod anyway. It’s easy enough to make a trip to the store and I can’t remember the last time everyone was gathered together like this for something that didn’t involve problems with the club or the threat of war with an enemy of the club.
“Well then,” Edge says with a grin that splits his beautiful face in half. “I guess everyone’s staying.”
Another cheer goes through the crowd. The air shimmers with it, and as the men move off to get themselves situated around the place, Edge comes to stand beside me.
“Thank you,” I mouth to my dad, just before he turns. His smile is soft and tender, a private smile just for me, as he walks off to join the others.
“We don’t have any burgers, do we?” Edge asks. He takes both of my hands in his.
“No,” I admit. “But I’ll go get some. If you can get the grill fired up.”
He pauses, just for a second, before he pulls me against his chest and places a scalding kiss to my lips. He kisses me breathless and pulls away, bracing me on my unsteady, wobbly legs. I press a finger to my tingling lips.
“What was that for?” I breathe.
“That?” Edge laughs so hard his shoulders shake. And then his beautiful hands move. I finally got it out of him that he’d taken ASL lessons, once a week, night classes, in Jacksonville.
That was because I love you more than anything in this life.
I couldn’t ask for a better answer.
THE END
