Page 116 of No Fear

They were good men. Good to their women. They doted and adored. But they gave other men, their older brother in particular, a helluva high bar to live up to. Rachel being best friends with his brothers’ women only made him have to try harder to impress her. He’d give her the world, and he thought she knew that, but it didn’t mean he didn’t sometimes want to tell Cash and Colt to cool it with the romantic gestures.

A phone buzzed somewhere in the car and he groaned, “Sexy fantasy over. Back to the real world, baby.”

“Mmm, it was a good fantasy though.” Rachel smiled and kissed him quickly, “One you can feel free to repeat anytime.”

“Like I said, I’m gonna get hard every time I get in this damn car now.” He laughed as he forced his way through the small space between the seats again and climbed back into the driver’s seat.

“You get hard when the wind blows.” Rachel teased.

“Only if its carrying your scent, love.”

“Such a sweet talker.” Rachel giggled as he helped her climb back over the seat and into the passenger side again. “Was that your phone or mine?”

“Mine, I think.” He grabbed it from the center console and quickly read the text message before turning it off and setting it aside.

He buckled his seatbelt, gave Rachel a pointed look that made her do the same and then put the car in drive. He got them back onto the road and used the wipers to get rid of some of the condensation on the windshield. They barely made it a hundred feet before Rachel asked the question he’d known was coming.

“Who was that?”

“Huh?” He played dumb.

“The text message?” Her brows knit together.

“Just Jemma reminding me about dinner tomorrow.” He shrugged and admitted as much of the truth as he could.

“Oh… weird.” Rachel pulled her phone out and frowned, “She didn’t text me.”

“Of course she didn’t.” He winked, “She’s knows I’m the one that always makes you late or convinces you to stay in bed instead of going out with her and the girls.”

“True.” Rachel laughed and, luckily, let the conversation drop as they topped the hill to home.

Remy smiled to himself as he thought about the little white lie he’d just told. It had been Jemma texting him and she had reminded him not to be late for family dinner tomorrow. It was a new thing she’d implemented after the scares with Colt and then Rachel. The six of them got together once a week and nobody ever complained because their tight little family unit was exactly what they all needed. But that hadn’t been the only thing Jemma had text him.

She’d also been texting to let him know that the box he ordered had arrived. He’d had it shipped to Jemma and Cash’s apartment because he’d known there would be no way to keep it a secret if he had it sent to the trailer. Rachel usually opened their mail and a box from a jeweler wasn’t about to go unnoticed. Sending it to Skylar had been out of the question as well since that girl couldn’t keep a secret from her beloved surrogate sister to save her life. So, Jemma had gotten the honor of being the first and only person in the family to know he’d purchased a ring and according to his sister-in-law, it was here.

He was going to propose to Rachel.

No more waiting. No more backing off. No more being scared about losing her or her being afraid of losing him. She was his and he intended to put a ring on her finger and claim her for all the world to see. Forget tattoos. He wanted vows. He wanted forever and he wanted it with this woman that he loved more than he’d ever known was possible.

He and Rachel had both had enough bad days to last a lifetime. It was time they got to be happy. It was time for their happily ever after.