Joker felt that light in his chest as he felt something else.
His eyes moved to the couch and he saw his girl sitting close to Mrs. Heely, Indy Nightingale, and Gwen Delgado, all of them gabbing like they weren’t being crawled on by kids or casually dodging toys flying.
But Carissa’s eyes were over the back of the couch and she was looking at Candy.
Her gaze shifted to him.
“Soon,” he mouthed.
She smiled.
The most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
She pursed her lips and blew him a kiss in a way, with their house chock with people, he’d accept.
And then that was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
She turned away quickly when Suki Nightingale landed in her lap.
He heard her laughter as he watched her do it.
His chest got even lighter.
Because that was when that was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and he knew he’d get that again and again and again.
Easy.
Steady.
Beauty.
She gave him what she’d promised he’d have.
A beautiful life.
The best part?
He got to give it back.
Epilogue
Oh Yeah
THERE WERE MILES of cream, pink, and peach streamers twisted and stretched from Ride the store to Ride the garage.
There were tents set up. At their corners, ribbons were waving from under big, shimmering peach and pink butterflies.
There were tables under the tents covered in cream plastic cloths that glinted with sprayed on glitter. On top were pink plastic cake plates and peach plastic forks, and down the middle, bouquets of cream, pink, and peach roses with scrolled and twisted bits of green spiraling around the blossoms, little glittery butterflies sticking out.
Suddenly, when the background music of Godsmack doing their cover of “Rocky Mountain Way” ended, a rough voice sounded over a loudspeaker, saying, “Carrie, your biker wants your ass on the dance floor.”
That was when a woman in a strapless lace dress with what looked like diamonds sparkling all over walked toward the dance floor. The full, poofy skirt that went almost to her ankles swayed against her legs over high-heeled peach sandals.
She had a diamond on a chain around her neck. Her honey curls were pulled back in a loose bun at her nape. She had pearls in her ears.
But she had little butterflies stuck in her hair.
She also had a small baby bump at her belly.
She was smiling at a man with black hair that was cut short at the sides and was a mess at the top. He had a thick beard. He was standing on the dance floor wearing a pair of jeans and a cream shirt.
He was smiling back.
She lifted her hand toward him when she was a few feet away.
He took it when she got close.
He wasted no time pulling her into his arms, and the woman didn’t quit smiling at him as he did it. In fact, her smile got so big, it near on split her face.
Then the opening strains of Louis Armstrong singing “What a Wonderful World” started playing.
The woman threw her head back and her peal of laughter could be heard over the music.
It was laughter even if it also sounded almost like a sob.
The man watched her and the white of his teeth that shone through his beard didn’t disappear as he did.
Then she tipped her head forward and buried her face in his neck as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.
He rested his jaw against the side of her head and swayed her in his arms.
A group of people moved, and Jefferson Steele could no longer see his son dancing with his new wife at their wedding reception from where he stood at the fence.
It was time to go anyway.
He didn’t even know why he came, except for the fact that for the first time in years, he ran into fucking Linus Washington and the man wouldn’t shut up about Carson and his girl Carissa, telling him all about them getting married.
He turned to head to his truck that he had to park a fucking million miles away because Broadway was lined with cars, trucks, and bikes.
But he stopped dead when he saw a salt-and-pepper-haired, goateed man standing there with his arms crossed on his chest.
“You got that.” His voice was low, gravelly, and hostile. “Now do not ever come back.”
Jefferson Steele took one beat to consider the idea if he could take this asshole down.
It only took a beat.
Then he nodded, shifted around him, giving him a wide berth, and walked to his truck.
Tack Allen walked to the fence and looked into the forecourt of Ride.
All he could see over the crowd was the side of Joker’s head, his face obscured by Carissa’s honey curls.
He scanned and caught sight of his woman.
Tyra had his grandbaby tucked in her arm, but she was smiling down at Travis, who was standing on his pudgy little kid legs and pounding on her thigh.
Elvira got close and swooped him up.
Travis giggled so loud, Tack could hear it.
He felt his lips curl up and he shifted his eyes back in the direction of the dance floor just as Louis sang oh yeah.
Tack walked toward the party, agreeing.