Page 21 of Fletch’s Protection

“I’m so glad,” she says, tugging me into the living room.

And that’s that. We crash into the bed together with contented sighs. Music drifts from Cassie’s room. And I’m about to fall asleep when my phone lights up on the nightstand.

I snatch it up because that’s my job. I’m never off-duty. Prez’s name is on the screen making me rise up on one elbow.

But when I see the text, I relax. “The brat okay?”

Oh shit. I grin. “Cassie’s fine. She might tear your balls off if you call her brat,” I reply.

Three dots appear then the double-eyeball emoji pops up.

A second later he adds, “I’m wondering that too.”

I toss the phone aside and snuggle my girl, holding my chuckle in.

“Everything okay?” she asks on a yawn.

“For now,” I grin into her hair because I have a feeling things are about to get real interesting with the nineteen-year old and our President.

The next morning, I drive Cassie to school because she refuses to get in Ridge’s truck. She barely talks, but she gnaws the fuck out of her thumbnail.

I think about what I’m going to say for ten minutes of the fifteen-minute drive.

“Mari’s already lectured me on what to do if anything weird happens.”

“Good,” I grumble. “If you see anyone outside school on a motorcycle, it’s one of our men.”

Her narrowed eyes cut toward me. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously. We take care of our own.”

“See, that’s very cult-like.”

“You’ll see. But I want you to know I’m serious about your sister. I know this is fast. But you’ll see in time.”

“What? Are you going to marry her?”

“That’s my plan.”

She blinks at me, eyes widening. “You just met her.”

“I know. I’m going to give her time, but she’s mine now and that’s how she’s going to stay.”

With a laugh, Cassie shakes her head. “You really are crazy. Are all bikers like this?”

“Possessive as fuck? Yeah, I’d say so.”

“And Ridge?”

“He’s…” I stop speaking, trying to find the word, but none of them work. Finally, I say, “You’ll see.”

When I get back to the compound, Mari’s in the office, pen behind her ear, digging through our files and my heart nearly explodes.

“Find anything interesting?”

“You need a filing system.”

“I need my future fiancée to be in my arms.”