I’m so happy.

So damned happy.

And the only person I want to see, is Lincoln.

So, I drive to his garage. I want to tell him all about Tommy, and how sweet he is, and how Nicolai is going to let me see him every day, and how everything is so fucking perfect because of him. I want him to know that his involvement in this, will never be forgotten. I want him to know just how much it all means to me.

More than anything, I just want him to know how I feel.

I’ve hidden long enough.

I want him to know that I care about him, that I have feelings for him, and I want to see where they lead.

Yeah, I want him to know that.

If he doesn’t want the same thing, it’s going to suck big hairy balls, but I’m not going to let anything bring me down again.

Because, I have my baby back.

I reach Rumblin’ Knights, and go inside. Nobody is at the counter, so I wait a few minutes. Indiana mustn’t be working today. I wait a few more seconds, and then push through the office door, and into the big garage out the back. I’m so excited to see Lincoln, I honestly hope he doesn’t mind me coming over.

When I get out back, I look around but it seems to be very quiet. I know it’s after hours and all, but I figured Lincoln would be here, he’s always here. Unless he’s already at his fighting club. Frowning, I walk further in and stop when I see two figures leaning against one of the cars at the back. I narrow my eyes, and then gasp when I realize who it is.

Finn and Indiana.

He’s got her back pressed against the car, her leg up around his waist, and he’s fucking her. Slow, really slow. She’s whimpering, and clutching his shoulders. He’s just watching her. This intense look on his face. One that says he’s relishing in how he’s making her feel right now. I bite my lip and try to look away, but I can’t...I just can’t.

Isn’t Finn seeing Erin?

At least, that’s what I thought?

And wasn’t Indiana interested in Lincoln? I mean sure, he clearly wasn’t going to give her what she wanted, so did she just move onto Finn because he was the next best thing?

It’s none of my business.

I turn and rush out as silently as I can, not wanting them to ever know I was here.

Lincoln isn’t here, I’ll call him later and tell him the good news. For now, I text Ellie and see what she’s up to. Then, I do the drive over to her house. I’m so excited. I need to tell someone. When I get there, Charlie, Erin and Saskia are here, too. All of them kicking back on the porch, drinking and chatting.

“Hey girl!” Saskia calls when I walk in.

“Hey,” I smile at her. “How’s things?”

“Awesome!”

I wave to everyone, and Ellie goes inside to make me a drink.

“What’s been happening?” Erin asks.

She is so beautiful. And so nice.

I really hope Finn and her aren’t serious. I really hope he’s not that kind of man, because that would be really really sad.

“I just came back from seeing my son for the first time since I had him.”

There is a lot of screaming, yelling, hugging and happy vibes after I tell them that. I pretty much burn their ears off from telling them just how gorgeous Tommy is, and how sweet, and how everything is just perfect. I tell him I’m going to be in his life now, and it feels amazing. They’re happy for me. Of course they are. It’s such happy news.

“I can’t stop smiling,” Ellie tells me, beaming. “I’m so happy for you, Shania!”

“Thanks Ellie, same...”

“Yeah, it’s awesome news,” Saskia grins.

“What were you girls chatting about before I got here?” I ask, after we’re finished talking about my adorable son, and I’ve got an ice-cold drink in my hand.

I haven’t felt this good in...gosh, forever.

Such a long time.

I’m loving it.

Life finally feels like it’s coming together.

“We were chatting men, as always,” Saskia laughs.

“Something different,” I giggle.

“How are you and Lincoln?” Ellie asks, wiggling her brows.

“We’re...I don’t know. He spends most nights with me, he calls me, we hang out. I feel like we’re something, but he’s not said anything. I’m just taking it how it comes. But, I really like him. I could see myself with him, you know? Which is surprising considering how much he hated each other at the start.”

“He’s super fine,” Erin nods. “I’d marry him if you didn’t.”

I laugh, and then dare to say, “You have a Knight of your own, no?”

Erin flushes, and then shrugs, “Yeah, I mean, we were just talking about Finn.”

My heart races. Dammit. I really hope she tells me there is nothing between them, and it just isn’t going to work out, because if there is something between them, it’s going to suck big time having to tell her about Indiana.

Would it even be my place to tell her?

Dammit, I don’t know.

“How are things going there?” I ask, sipping my drink again.

“Good, I mean, we just started out...you know...enjoying each other to put it mildly. But then he started calling and texting more, and we hung out a few times. I don’t know...it feels like it’s going somewhere, you know? He hasn’t said anything, but he’s showing me all the signs of being into me. But, I could be wrong. Either way, we’re going away for the night tomorrow night. He has a friend who wants to fight for Lincoln, so he’s going to see him, spend the night, and bring his friend back. He asked if I wanted to come.”

Oh no.

No. Finn. Dammit.

Why? Why did you have to be one of them?

The men that use women.

He just didn’t seem like the type. He honestly didn’t.

It hurts me that he is, because it’s clear Erin likes him. It’s also clear he’s been giving her all the signals he likes her, only he hasn’t meant them.

Should I tell her?

Should I let her figure it out for herself?

I don’t know what to do here.

I really don’t.

I mean, in the grand scheme of things, Finn hasn’t committed to Erin. That means technically, he doesn’t actually have to see her and only her. After all, he could be keeping his options open. But still, I just didn’t think he’d be secretive about it. I thought maybe he’d open up and just tell her they’re not exclusive, and that he is seeing other women, too.

Is he telling Indiana the same things?

Because hell, she’s a nice girl, too.

I really like her.

“You look troubled by something?” Erin says, studying me.

I exhale.

Dang it.

I know that I’d want to know if I was in her shoes, so I’m going to go with my gut on this one. To a point, anyway.

“Look, I hate to be the one to tell you this, I really wish I didn’t have to,” I say, crossing my ankles, and trying to think of the best words to use, “But, I just went to Lincoln’s garage, and I saw Finn and Indiana, ah...making out.”

I’m not going to tell her Finn was balls deep. Literally.

She doesn’t need that.

“Who is Indiana?” Ellie asks, her face scrunching up.

“Lincoln’s receptionist. I’m sorry, Erin. I didn’t realize you and he were a thing, or I would have gone in there and torn him a new one.”

Erin looks hurt, and dammit, I hate that. I do.

“It’s okay. I appreciate you telling me,” Erin says, her voice very carefully toned, so that I can’t pick up any emotions.

Nobody can.

“Are you okay?” Ellie asks her, reaching out and grabbing her hand.

“Yeah, of course,” Erin smiles, but it’s not real. “I mean, we’re not exclusive. He has never made me any promises. It’s not like I can tell him he can’t be with other women. Just as he couldn’t stop me from being with other men. I guess that’s dating now, whoever comes out on top, wins. He’s seeing what else is out there. I can’t be angry at that.”

But she is angry.

It’s written all over her face.

I think she’s trying to push aside her anger with her words, by acting casual, like it doesn’t bother her. But anyone can see it is bothering her. It’s bothering her a lot.

“I’m sorry,” I say again.

Erin smiles at me. “It’s okay. I appreciate you telling me. Like you, I want to know these things.”

“I can go over there right now, and give him what for!” Saskia says, crossing her arms.

“He’s not doing anything wrong,” Erin shrugs.

Dammit.

I feel so bad for her. I can see the way her eyes have gone a little distant, and she’s putting on a brave face. Everyone knows it’s hurting her.

I really hope Finn steps up to the plate.

Because he’ll not find a better woman than Erin.

No sir, he won’t.

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