Now I just have to pray like fuck they go early enough.

Wrath's awfully eager to get us out of the house this morning.

"What time did your friend say she'd get you guys in?"

"Eleven."

"You should probably leave early in case you can't find parking."

My eyes search his face. He's up to something, I just can't figure out what.

No matter how impatient Wrath gets, Hope's impossible to hustle out of the house. "We're going to a salon, you don't need to do your hair," I mutter after watching her mess around for the last fifteen minutes.

"You're right."

Finally.

Wrath catches my hand at the door. "This is for both of you." He presses a wad of cash into my palm.

"Wrath-"

Against my ear he whispers, "Don't argue with me."

The no-bullshit tone and his words spark a shiver of desire and now I don't want to leave. "Yes, Wyatt."

His mouth curls into a sexy, arrogant smirk. "That's my girl."

I swear my legs are wobbly as I walk to the Jeep. Hope's oblivious and chatters away as we head downtown.

We're lucky enough to find a spot in front of the salon. They fit us in right away.

"Krystal, you think you can do one of those dip dyes on the ends of my hair?" I've been wanting to do it forever, and for some reason, I'm feeling brave today.

She runs her fingers through my hair. "Oh yeah. You want to do the peacock blues we talked about last time?"

"Yup."

"Cool, let me go mix up some color. I'll do from here down." Her hand skims over my hair from a spot between my shoulder blades to the ends.

Hope's done way before I am, so she perches in the chair next to me and watches.

"So where did you sneak off to the other day? Wrath flipped his shit." I ask as we wait for the color to soak into my hair.

She blushes and looks away. "I took Heidi out."

"Oh. Nice." Now it's my turn to look away.

"Why do you think she doesn't like you?" Sometimes I don't think Hope understands what my role in the club is.

"Do you honestly want to know?"

She shrugs. "If you want to tell me."

When I don't answer right away she surprises me. "I assume it has something to do with Murphy?"

"Sort of."

Her shoulders lift again. "It's really none of my business, Trinity."

I relax a notch. She seems to honestly mean it.

When we're finished, I talk her into the lingerie store next door under the pretense of grabbing something for Rock's return. But really I want to find something to surprise Wyatt with.

Except when I squeeze myself into the black and royal blue, lacy halter bra and matching ruffle trimmed garter skirt. I feel ridiculous instead of sexy. It doesn't help that I can't figure out how to get the damn thing hooked right. Completely mortified, I call Hope in to help.

After closing the door, she stops and stares sat me. "That thing was made for you. It looks gorgeous with your new hair. Wrath's going to flip."

"No, no, it's not-"

She gives me an incredulous look. Why am I even bothering to deny what's so freakin' obvious?

I twist and turn, checking out every angle in the full-length mirror after she leaves. I look silly. Don't I?

My phone buzzes.

How's it goin'?

Wrath checking up on us.

The phone's already in my hands. Do I dare? Before I lose my nerve, I strike an awkward-sexy pose, snap a picture and send it with my reply.

Should I get it?

He responds almost immediately.

Fuck, yeah.

My phone buzzes again.

Don't tease. You better get it.

I don't answer. The wondering will do him some good.

Thank fuck the girls finally got the hell out of here. The damn Fed Ex truck pulled up to the gate maybe five minutes after Trinity's car cleared it. I have to call downstairs for Stash and Sparky to come help me carry the boxes into Trinity's room. This invalid shit is getting old.

"Holy fuck, man, what the hell did you get her?" Stash asks after getting a good look at the boxes. Sparky mumbles something about his plants needing him and takes off the minute the boxes hit the ground.

Self-conscious under my brother's stare, my left hand reaches up to rub the back of my neck. "Eh, like a thank you for letting me invade her room, you know?"

Stash isn't buying a word of it.

Once I get everything situated the way I want it on the new desk-facing the door, so it's the first thing she sees when she walks in-I go wait in the living room. I'm so fucking bored. I've never been so inactive for so long in my life. The only good thing has been enjoying all this extra time with Trinity. Getting to know her better. Every second with her has made this shit worth it.

My phone pings with a text from Trinity.

Holyfuckingshit.

I don't know what the hell she and Hope are up to, but there's a half-naked picture of my little angel waiting for me on the screen.

Should I get it?

What kind of fucking question is that?

Fuck yeah.

I fire back.

After seeing that picture, waiting for their return is excruciating. I'm half hard the entire time. Teller and Dex drop by to fill me in on what's going on down at my gym and I struggle to focus on the conversation.

Finally, the girls walk in. Hope's carrying a bunch of bags, but turns to thrust one at Trinity.

"Get anything good?" I ask as casually as a guy trying to hide a boner can.

A sly grin curves Hope's mouth and she dashes to the stairs. Once she hits the landing, she shouts back, "Nothing but some sexwear."

She giggles all the way down the hall.

Something like a growl rips out of my throat and my gaze focuses one hundred percent on Trinity, who's busy edging toward the hallway.

"Whatcha got, Angel Face?"

She shakes her head, drawing my attention to her hair. Grasping the stupid crutches, I pull myself off the couch and swing over to her. I pick up a handful of hair, sifting the silky strands through my fingers. "I like it. Very pretty."

A flush spreads over her cheeks. I love the way my tough-as-nails Trinity blushes.

"Thanks." Her shoulders lift in an embarrassed shrug. "Something different."

"It's beautiful. You're beautiful."

Her cheeks turn even pinker.

I hate that I still have to use these crutches. What I want to do is take her hand as we walk to her room. Or swing her up into my arms, carry her, kick open the door and throw her on the bed. I'm so distracted I briefly forget about the surprise waiting for her inside.

When we reach her door, I'm almost too excited to follow her inside. She stops dead over the threshold, jaw dropping.

"Wyatt, what is this?"

"For you, babe."

The bag in her hand hits the floor with a light thump. Yeah, I haven't forgotten the bag of sexwear. I dip down, pick it up and toss it on the bed, 'cause we're so exploring that later.

As if she's approaching a rattlesnake, Trinity inches toward the new set up. Confusion clouds her face as she turns to me. "I don't understand."

"What's to understand? I got you everything you should need for your business."

"How? Why?"

"Uh, how-there's this magical thing called the Internet where you can order things and poof, they show up at your door." She's so stunned, she doesn't respond to my teasing. "Why-I want you to have everything you need. It makes you happy and you're good at it. I don't want you to wait."

"Wyatt. It's too much. I can't-"

I cut that off right the fuck away. "Oh yes you can. I've known you eight fucking years. I'm completely ashamed that I've never gotten you a birthday or Christmas present or anything ever. I owe you something big."

Her mouth twitches at the corners a bit. "I hate my birthday, anyway." Something sad and vulnerable makes her voice raw, so I know she's not just making a joke.

Leaning the crutches against the wall, I hop over to the bed and drop down. With the sweetest, awed expression, she approaches her new desk. "God, Wyatt, all of this had to cost you thousands of dollars."

My shoulders jerk up. So fucking what? I live at the clubhouse and stuff pretty much all the money I earn with the club in the bank. My expenses are minimal. The only things that matter to me in this world are the club, my bike, my gym, and Trinity. And not in that order either.

"I got the smaller laptop, so it's easier for you to carry around, but it's got all the upgrades."

More shock. She hadn't noticed the laptop. I'm a little giddy about this whole thing. I've never had anyone I cared enough about to buy presents for. This is fucking fun.

"It's in the backpack," I direct.

She pulls it out and flicks her eyes at me. "Wyatt. Too much."

"Nope."

She glances back at the massive display monitor that came with the desktop set up. "This is just like the one they have at the art school."

I know because I called and asked them what their exact set-up was. I'm not ready to reveal that yet, so I just nod.

Her eyes gloss over with unshed tears.

"Uh, I didn't know what graphic design program you wanted, so I'll leave that to you." I pull out a Visa from my back pocket and hand it to her.

"What's" Her voice trails off when she sees her name on the card. Questioning honey eyes meet mine. "I want you to be able to order what you need without worrying about it."

"I can't-"

I cut her off with a sharp shake of my head. "You my girl?"

"Yes, but-"

"No. No buts. You're my girl and I want to do this for you. You want to pay the monthly bill for the program fees, that's fine, the rest of it though gifts, and it would really hurt my feelings if you turned them down." Yeah, I'm not above a little guilt to get my way.

"Thank you."