He grinds his teeth but doesn't answer.

"Why'd you do it, then?"

He runs his hand through his hair, actually looking remorseful for once. "I don't fuckin' know. Wasn't worth it, that's for sure."

I laugh and then snort, which makes me laugh even harder.

"I'm glad you think it's funny."

I hiccup and then sit up straight, holding in any more giggles. "Maybe you should enter some sort of sex addiction program."

Now it's Z's turn to laugh. "Thanks, you've been a huge help this morning."

I tip my head at him. "I do what I can."

We're cut off from any more silliness by the sound of Wrath's bike approaching. Rock's not too far behind.

"What'd you rush down here for if you weren't gonna go get a table, jackass?" Wrath says as he approaches. Guess he's cranky I rode down with Z.

After breakfast, Z took off. Rock and I decide to take the girls to Fletcher Park.

The idea of taking Trinity up there gets me all kinds of excited. We've visited the park over the years, but usually with a group of people. I ride in the back way and slow down as I pass the first parking lot. Gotta be twenty or so members of the Devil Demons MC taking up one of the private picnic areas.

What the fuck?

If Trinity notices, she doesn't say anything.

I pull into the parking lot for the overlook. Fuck if I don't park right in front of the exact spot where we spent the night eight years ago.

Time for subtlety is over.

Trinity's a smart girl-one of the things I like about her. She misses nothing.

"Is this a hint?" she asks as she takes in the view.

"Hint about what?"

She shakes her head as she walks over to the low stone wall. "Nothing."

For a while she stares out at the view-I was right, it's a perfect day to come up here. Then she drops her gaze to the ground on the other side of the wall and stares at it like she's tryin' to see eight years into the past. Hell, maybe that's what I'm trying to do myself.

"You bring a lot of girls up here, Wrecking Ball?"

What the fuck? "No. Only you."

She snorts and I place my hands on her shoulders to turn her around. "You're the only girl I've ever wanted to impress."

"That's pathetic."

"Knock your shit off."

Her eyes widen and she takes a step back. I'm kind of surprised myself, but I'm tired of this bullshit arguing thing we're always doing.

"I don't know what to do with that," she finally says.

"Yeah, I know you don't."

She stares out at the view again and slips her cell phone out of her pocket. "I wish I had a better camera."

"Why don't we move over there? Less trees in your way."

She tilts her head to the side. "Help me up?"

"You're gonna get us kicked out," I tease. The park has stern signs all over the place that state not to step on or over the wall. But I dare some park ranger to come say that to my face.

My big hands fit just right into the curve of her waist as I pluck her off the blacktop. She squeals and laughs as she gets her footing. There's no danger of her falling off the cliff or anything, but I wrap my arms around her legs just in case.

After what seems like forever, I hear the rumble of Rock's bike cutting through the parking lot behind us. Trinity turns and waves.

Hope wants to snap a few pictures of Trinity and me sitting on the stone wall. I'm more than happy to remember this day. I want it to be a turning point for us.

When the girls are done with pictures, they check out the view, while I give Rock a head's up about the Demon get together.

Rock's eager to get his woman alone, so they split. Trinity and I stare at each other awkwardly for a few seconds.

"What do you want to do?" she asks.

"Let's go for a ride." I point west. "We can follow the back roads out to Roscoe Valley. Should be some pretty views."

She seems surprised. "Okay. Can we stop at one of the farm stands out there?"

The corner of my mouth lifts. "Any one you want."

With Trin at my back and the clear day, it's hard to remember any of the bad stuff between us. The steep mountain roads require a lot of coasting and braking, but we finally roll into the valley, and the views are worth the smell of my brakes burning up.

I take a right and after a few miles a huge, orange barn comes into view. Trin taps my left shoulder, so I assume this is where she wants to stop.

She's laughing and smiling as she hands me her helmet. "That was fun." Her happiness is infectious. She grabs my hand and tugs me inside.

Farm stand doesn't really describe what they have going on here. It's a big operation. A slight older man, who I assume is the owner, stops over to ask Trinity if she needs help. She's got a bunch of questions for him, which amuses me. I'm not really paying attention though, until he mentions they grow tomatoes hydroponically year-round and offers to show her their set-up.

Now, this is much more interesting. It's time to drag Sparky out the basement for a field trip one of these days. Trin must know where my mind wandered off to, because she smirks at me.

After our tour, she asks me how much room I've got in the saddlebags.

"As long as you're not getting a pumpkin, we should be fine," I tell her, nodding at one of the big orange gourds that's as tall as she is.

While we're at the register, she makes a face. "Is there a restroom?" she asks.

The old guy points her in the right direction. Before she leaves she reaches up on tiptoes and plants a kiss on my cheek. "Be right back."

I'm so stunned, I stand there like an idiot staring after her while she dashes to the back of the store.

The old guy chuckles. "Your wife?"

My gaze swings back to him. Wife? I can't even get her to admit she's my girlfriend. Can't imagine the fuss she'll kick up when I give her a property patch-because yes, that's definitely happening-but wife? Never gave that much thought. Taking an ol' lady seemed like enough of a commitment. But listening to my best friend so casually mention last night that the woman he's barely been with for a few months will be his wifemade me wonder. And now, this guy asking. It's like a big fucking, neon sign blinking "Wake the fuck up, jackass."

"Not yet. She will be."

Wrath's so serious after we leave the farm stand. Did he get annoyed with how much time we spent there? Or is he itching to get home and tell Sparky all about the hydroponic set-up?

I nod at the bags he's stuffing in his pack. "I'll make us dinner when we get back."

Finally, a smile out of him. "I'd like that."

He takes a different, but no less stunning, route home.

Teller's leaving as we pull up to the clubhouse, but stops to talk to us.

"Swan asked me to pick her up," he explains.

The corner of Wrath's mouth lifts, but he doesn't say anything.

"That's good, she's usually a big help."

As soon as Teller leaves, Wrath faces me. "Are you jealous?"

"Of what?"

He shakes his head. "Nothing."

Confused at his change in attitude, I follow him inside. We find Ravage and Stash sitting on the living room floor, busy getting high and playing video games. Rav calls me over immediately and hugs my legs when I get near him.

"Where you been, girl?" he asks, looking up at me with red eyes.

"Out. It's a nice day. You two should check it out. Maybe get some sun."

Rav peers around my legs and lifts his chin at Wrath. "Got any munchy food in there?"

"Nope, all veggies," I answer and laugh when he scrunches up his nose.

"We don't all need to be on his fighter diet," Stash complains.

"God forbid," Wrath snarks from behind me.

Stash flips him off.

Ruffling my fingers through Rav's hair, I untangle my legs from his grasp and follow Wrath to the kitchen.

"They're like two overgrown babies," Wrath bitches as he sets everything on the counter.

"You're all a bunch of big babies."

Instead of getting pissed, he chuckles. "Please, I've at least reached the maturity of a toddler," he says, leaning over and setting his hand out knee high.

"I'll give you that," I agree with a head shake.

Opening one of the cabinets, I dig around for a couple of bigger bowls. "What are you doing?" he asks as I walk over to the pantry and return with a couple bags of chips.

"Bringing the munchy twins some snacks." I grab a box of snack cakes from the pantry, and sling a six-pack of mountain dew from the fridge under my arm.

"I thought you were making us dinner?" He's not trying very hard to hide the cranky toddler in his voice. Once I've got everything in my hands and arms, I turn to face him.

"I will, but if I don't go bring them something now, they're going to bother and interrupt us. So give me five minutes and then I'm all yours."

I don't wait for an answer. The surprised and happy grin on Wrath's face is enough.

The guys don't even realize I've returned until I set the bowls in front of them. "Oh, Trin, you're the best," Stash gushes as I hand him the snack cakes.

"You two are gonna be hitting the treadmill hard on Monday," I tease. That of course, prompts Rav to lift his shirt and show me his abs. "Yeah, I see your gut."

That gets an outraged snort out of Rav. "Get out of here, woman."

Wrath's got all my veggies laid out on the counter when I return. "I'm scared to ask what you're planning to make," he jokes.

I falter a bit. Maybe he's getting tired of me telling him what to eat all the time, even though he did ask for my help.

He reaches out and takes my hand, pulling me closer. "Why so serious? I'm just kidding. I know whatever you make will be awesome."

"Thanks."

"Want me to help?"

Normally, I'd say no. But I bought a lot of root vegetables and squashes that need to be cut up into cubes. "You're stronger than me, so can you cut those into one inch pieces, please?"

I hand over my favorite vegetable cleaver and he stares at it for a second. "Christ, Trin, this is serious hardware," he jokes.

"I know. Try not to cut any of your fingers off."

We work next to each other quietly. His idea of one inch cubes isn't quite up to my standards, but he's working so hard at it, I don't comment on the slivers and hunks he passes over. Once the veggies are roasting in the oven, I wave him away and start on the chicken.

"Thank God. Meat. I thought you were only feeding me vegetables for dinner."

Laughter bursts out of me. "Yeah, as if I'd get away with that."

Dinner turns out well. There's barely anything left. We eat in the kitchen and no one bothers us. Our discussion turns to the fight and some of the things he still wants to work on before then.

He taps his arm and my eyes are drawn to his inked skin and defined muscles. "any progress I've made is because of you."