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“She brought us cinnamon rolls,” Brick said.

“I made them especially for the club,” Ava said. “It’s whyI took a long time. I had to frost them.” She was still smiling at him. “You don’t mind me stopping by, do you?”

“No, of course not.” He didn’t realize he’d been glaring, but it was mainly at Brick for disobeying him.

Would you have preferred Ava to carrythe baking dishes on her own?

No, he wouldn’t have, so being pissed at Brick wasn’t going to help.

Ava reached out for Umberto, and Smokey released his son. He watched as Ava pressed her face against his head and then kissed him. “I missed you. How was he today?”

“Perfectly fine,” Smokey said. “Barely a peep out of him. Until he crapped himself and then he let the whole club knowthat daddy was cleaning shitty diapers.”

Ava chuckled. “Oh my, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. He’s my son, and he’s a joy to have.”

“Ava brought cinnamon rolls,” Brick said, calling out to everyone.

Like a stampede, he saw the guys rushing toward the kitchen. Brick had already taken two large rolls and was currently stuffing them in his mouth.

“I hope I made enough.”

“Probably not, they’re like vultures.”

“Can I come inside, or would you like me to leave?” Ava asked.

Smokey wanted her to come to his office, to sit with him, but any work he had could wait until tomorrow.

“Come on, let’s head out. There’s no reason to see them lookinglike animals.” Smokey opened the main door, and he saw Ava’s shoulders slump.

“Sure, you’re right. Let’s head home. I’m going to be cooking some dinner. Yes, I am. I’m feeling a little tired, so I think some pasta with tomato sauce, what do you think?” She continued to talk in a baby voice as they got to her car.

Smokey took Umberto and secured him in the car seat.

Ava was always worried when they traveled, so she took the seat beside their son, and Smokey climbed behind the wheel.

“Do you think you’regoing to get some decorations for the clubhouse?” Ava asked.

“I don’t know. I had to throw the last ones away because they wereburnt and covered in alcohol.”

“Oh, how did that happen?”

“The guys thought it would be funny tohave a food fight at the clubhouse while the decorations were still hanging.”

Ava chuckled. “You don’t sound very impressed.”

“Trust me, I wasn’t. It pissed me off.”

“From what I heard, that’s not hard to do.”

He looked at Ava in the mirror, and she winked at him and had this huge smile on her face.

How could he have thought for even a second that she was guilty?Ava had proven time and time again that she was loyal. She hadn’t deserved what he did. He was a fucking monster, and he sure as shit didn’t deserve her now.

****

Smokey didn’t fuck her anymore. Not that she was complaining or anything, even though it sounded like it, but he didn’t. No, he always refused to.


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