Page 53 of My Single Dad Biker

"Yeah."

We go inside and I lock the back door out of habit. Katherine takes my hand and leads me to the couch and pulls me down next to her. We sit facing each other and she's looking at me with this expression that makes my throat tight.

"I love you," she says again, like she's testing how it sounds.

"I love you," I say back.

She launches herself at me and I catch her and pull her into my lap and she's straddling me and kissing me and I'm kissing her back and my hands are in her hair and on her hips and everywhere.

"Holt," she breathes against my mouth.

"Yeah."

"This is real."

"This is real."

She kisses me again and I can feel her smiling. I'm smiling too which is something I don't do often but with her it's easy. She pulls back and cups my face in both hands.

"Say it one more time," she says.

"I love you, Katherine."

"I love you, Holt."

We sit there on my couch just holding each other and it's enough. More than enough.

We kiss slowly and she makes small happy sounds and I feel like my chest might crack open from how much I feel for her.

Eventually she shifts and curls against my side with her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and we sit in comfortable silence while the house settles around us.

"What happens now?" she asks quietly.

"We keep doing this. You stay here more. Louis gets used to it being normal. We build this."

"Okay."

"You're okay with that?"

"Yes. I'm okay with all of it."

We sit on the couch until almost midnight just talking quietly and kissing and being together.

Eventually we go upstairs and get in my bed and she falls asleep in my arms and I lie awake for a while just listening to her breathe.

I love her. She loves me. Louis is safe upstairs. This is my life now.

It's perfect.

Sunday morning I wake to my phone buzzing on the nightstand. Six-thirty. Katherine is still asleep next to me, one arm thrown across my chest. I grab the phone and see Cain's name.

I ease out of bed and go into the hallway and close the door before answering. "Yeah."

"We got movement. Marrow. Source says they're planning retaliation for the warehouse. Details are thin but it's happening soon. Clint's calling emergency church for nine."

My jaw tightens. "I'll be there."

"Your woman and kid covered?"