“Stop,” I giggle as the attendant unlatches the pod.
“That’s not what you usually tell me,” he growls.
“We’re in public, Devil.”
He wrinkles his nose. “What if I told you the Devil made me do it?”
I laugh, tossing my head back. “You’re awful—but I love you anyway.”
“Good.” He grabs my thighs and hoists my legs around his waist, supporting my ass as he walks us toward another ride.
I glance over his shoulder and spot the Tilt-a-Whirl—one of my favorites. Ahead of us, Allison and Dime are in line.
I open my mouth, but he stops me. “Let them have their moment. If you tease her, she’ll get embarrassed, and I’ll never hear the end of it from him. Let it be natural, Dani. You want her to be happy like we are. She will be.”
He presses our noses together. “Just give him a chance. He’ll make her his world.”
Devil’s never lied to me—not even when it would’ve been easier. So I choose to believe him now too.
When it’s our turn, he hands over the tickets, then sets me down with a playful smack on the ass. We find an open car, pull the bar down, and get ready.
As it starts turning, I laugh, the motion lifting my stomach. He leans his weight, shifting us so the car spins harder.
“Heyyyy!” someone shouts.
I turn to see Dime and Allison across from us. Her smile is wide, and their knees are touching. Good signs.
“Heyyy!” I wave back. I’m so glad she’s having fun.
I open my mouth to say how cute they are, but the ride picks up speed. It starts slow, then Devil plants his boots, grips the bar, and leans his full weight into it. We spin hard. I scream in delight, body pressing into his.
“Oh my God!”
Across from us, Dime does the same, Allison laughing with her hands in the air.
My heart thuds wildly as the car spins, the laughter and dizziness mixing in the best way.
And when it finally slows to a stop, all I can hope is that we get many more nights like this. Laughing with my husband. With my friends.
It’s my favorite thing.
And yet... a small part of me wonders if I’ll have to give that up to help the club push to the next level.
God, I hope not.
Chapter 3
Devil
Dani’s hand is clasped tightly in mine as we walk from the fairgrounds to where the bikes are parked. I guide her toward mine, but she suddenly puts on the brakes.
“I drove, remember?” she says, nodding toward her SUV parked under a security light.
That’s my girl. I never have to worry about her not taking safety seriously. No matter how I ended up married to her—how calculated it all began—I love Daniela.
There’s so much in our past she doesn’t know. How our meeting wasn’t an accident. How getting her to fall in love with me was part of the endgame. How this marriage was necessary for the mission to succeed.
But through all the lies, one thing is real: I love her. Falling for her wasn’t supposed to happen. Maybe I’m a bastard for it. Maybe I should push her away—for her sake as much as mine—but the heart wants what it wants.
