Jett sat on his Harley at the end of the block across the road from the spa. It only took him one ride through town to find Johanna's car parked in front of the girly place with the colored benches out front with a sign that read Full Sun Spa.

It took him another ten minutes to talk himself out of storming into the building and bringing Sydney out with him. She deserved to do something nice for herself. He hadn't been the easiest person to be with the last few days. The last four years. Their whole relationship.

While he'd kept her safe at his house all those years, there were few things of comfort he provided.

He removed his injured hand from the handlebar. Sharp pain pulsed through his palm.

This time, he let the pain make him stronger. He'd rode the Harley into town, despite his injury. It would take time, but he'd damn well work around his limits and make himself stronger.

All he had to do was change what came naturally.

The knife at his back—left side now. He had protection. He planned to use the sandbag at the clubhouse and work his left side, gaining better coordination. A pistol shoots from both hands. There was no reason he couldn't practice and have just as much accuracy as before. His size, his appearance, his club hadn't changed. He would once again build himself up and make sure his reputation exceeded the damage to his hand.

It was his only option.

He was Rollo's grandson.

Chief's son.

He wouldn't allow himself to become less. The family depended on him. Brikken would need his leadership. There were over three hundred members, and their families, who relied on the security the motorcycle club brought them.

He'd be the toughest son of a bitch anyone ever came up against.

His chest pounded at the surge of energy pushing him forward for a change, and he stared at the door separating Sydney from him. He'd do it all with her by his side.

The door across the street opened, and Johanna walked out, followed by Kylie, and then Sydney. He started the motorcycle wanting to go to her, share what had happened with him today as he gained the ability to ride again. To step forward and become her protector, her lover, her family.

To make up for the shit, he'd put her through over the last four years.

He entered the street, checked traffic, and made a U-turn. All three women had stopped on the sidewalk, but only Sydney shielded her eyes from the low hung sun, peering toward him. He pulled up to the curb in front of her, and she dropped her hand.

Sydney's frown marking her confusion as she looked at his hand on the handlebar ignited into the most beautiful smile on her face. A smile he remembered from the past.

His cock pulsed, taking in everything from her makeup to her hair, to the way her blue eyes lit up as if he was the answer to her every need.

"Get on," he said.

She looked down at her purse, then spoke to Kylie, and tossed her bag to her sister. He revved the engine to get her moving. She unlatched the helmet from the back of his Harley, slid behind him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her excitement pressed against him fully. Her breasts warmed his back. Her legs cradled his hips.

She propped her chin on his shoulder. The moment took all his pain away.

No breeze would touch his back because, with his hand out of the way, she plastered herself against him, unafraid of hurting him.

He nodded at the women on the sidewalk, catching Johanna's gaze. He winked, and she nodded understanding that he wanted time at the house alone with Sydney. Johanna would keep Kylie occupied.

The fifteen-minute ride home took twenty-five minutes. Aware of the changes on his Harley, the danger of riding with a suicide clutch, and the distraction at having Sydney at his back, he made sure they arrived home safely.

He pulled up into the driveway. Shutting off the bike, he expected Sydney to slide off the seat, and she remained sitting. She hadn't moved an inch during the ride.

Unable to see her, he looked in the side mirror as he placed his injured hand on his thigh. His gaze met hers through the reflective glass. The happiness in her smile stopped him from hauling her into the house and taking her.

His chest warmed. He'd done one thing right. The night he'd found Sydney conning the Brikken members, he could have easily let Sydney walk away into the night. But, he'd gone after her.

He'd spend the rest of his life going after her.

"Love you, Syd," he said.

Her eyes softened on his reflection. "I love you, too."

"You look real pretty." He inhaled, aware the longer they sat there, the harder he got for her. "You keep sitting there, not getting off my motorcycle, and I'm going to have to carry you inside."

Her gaze dropped to his hand, and she slid off the seat. He took his helmet off and shook his hair loose, and when he turned to her, she had already taken off her protection and waited for him. He leaned down, kissed her hard, and pulled back an inch. "Get your ass in the house."

She caught her lip between her teeth, holding her smile of pleasure back, and hurried through the garage and into the house. He followed, taking his time, keeping his head.

He was going to give her the man she wanted, and the one she deserved.