“Yes,” Harlow said. “I want to be Asher’s old lady.”
Asher nodded once.
“Tell them,” he said.
Harlow faced the room fully.
“I choose to be Asher’s old lady,” she said. Her voice was stronger now. “I’m committing to him and to this club.”
For a second, nobody moved.
Then Asher lifted the jacket.
The room seemed to hold its breath with her.
“This is yours now,” Asher said. “You wear this and everyone knows you’re mine. You’re protected. You’re family.”
Harlow blinked fast.
Asher held the jacket open for her.
She turned around and slid her arms into the sleeves. The leather settled over her shoulders, and something in her face changed when she felt the weight of it. She looked smaller for half a second, then stronger.
Asher adjusted the jacket carefully.
Then he turned her back t
