By making him see past what his father made him see.

But he didn’t say it.

He wanted to see how she’d do it. He also wanted to let her do it because he intended to take care of her, give her everything she needed, and he knew she needed that.

And he’d finally realized he was a man who deserved a good woman who’d go out of her way to do just that.

That meant in the end, he’d just kissed her and she’d kissed him back, holding on, giving him everything in a way that when he broke the kiss, he was smiling.

Let the healing begin.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Already Winnin’ the One You’re In

Carissa

KNOWING JOKER WAS at my house after my shift the next day and Travis was still at his dad’s, I didn’t go out and get a diary.

But I didn’t go home either.

I went to Ride.

I was becoming accustomed to the cars and bikes, so I knew Tack’s bike was out front, as well as Tyra’s vintage Mustang. Therefore, I went to the office first.

I walked up the steps, through the door, and hit pay dirt.

Because in it was Tyra, seated in her desk chair. Sitting on her desk was Tack. Lazing on the couch by the front window was Hound. And standing by the side door to the garage was Hop, holding some papers and going over them with High.

“Yo, Carrie,” Hound greeted.

“Hey, Hound,” I greeted back on a smile. I turned that smile Tack’s way. “Hey.”

“Hey, darlin’,” he replied, his expression welcoming, but he was also watching me closely.

“All good at the house?” Tyra asked.

I looked to her. “Perfect.”

She grinned. I grinned back and then gave my grin to Hop and High as a greeting before I looked right back to Tack.

“Can we talk?” I asked.

He straightened slightly as Tyra’s gaze moved to her husband.

“Need privacy?” Hop asked and I turned his way.

“Not really.” I gave my attention back to Tack and because Joker was at my house and I wanted to be there with him, but also because I was nervous doing this, I launched right in, “Does Joker have anything to do with his father?”

The feel of the room turned funny, which I thought was telling, but I ignored it as well as the fact that Tack’s expression blanked completely.

“Gotta ask him, girl,” he said gently.

I nodded briskly. “That means no. So question two, do you know his dad?”

“Never met the man,” Tack told me.

“Do you know where he lives?” I pushed.

“Babe,” I heard High call and I looked his way. “Not bein’ a dick, but you need to take this up with your man.”