Wild Like the Wind (Page 102)

He righted his jeans and I headed out of our room, but Hound caught me in the doorway.

He put a hand on either side of my face then put his face in mine.

“She’ll come,” he said gently.

I smiled at him, rolled up on my toes, brushed his lips with mine and rolled back.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Have faith, Keekee,” he urged, finishing, “We’re blessed.”

For most of my adult life, Hound had given me everything I needed.

And for the last months, he’d given me everything I ever wanted.

I was a pawn in life’s game, I knew that, so I had no faith in what life had in store for me.

But Hound?

I had all the faith in the world that Hound could do anything.

So put my hands to the sides of his waist, gave it a hard squeeze, and whispered, “Blessed.”

Shepherd Ironside’s belated wedding present to his old lady came nine months later.

They named him Wilder Graham Ironside.

They didn’t make a daughter but that was all right.

They had a lot of experience raising a damn fine son.

And when it was time, Keely inked another name permanently into her skin.

But when she did, Hound was there, holding their son in his arms, and he had a few words with his wife.

So finishing the wrap to the other side of her waist, she added one more name.

And in the end, eternally at her back, like it always was, like it always would be, Keely Ironside had,

Shepherd ~ Dutch ~ Jagger ~ Wilder ~ Black.

~ THE END ~