Natalie's POV
The farther I drove from Violet's house, the more exhausted I felt.
Between feeding triplets all night, making breakfast, and arguing with a certain oversized asshole, I was running on fumes.
First thing I was doing when I got home was taking a shower and crawling into bed.
Laundry and grocery shopping could wait.
My daughter kicked.
“I know, sweetheart. Mommy needs a nap.”
I smiled, rubbing my belly.
Pulling up to the red light at Crest and Perch, I stopped at the front of the intersection.
That's when I heard motorcycles.
One pulled alongside my driver's window.
Another stopped on my passenger side.
I glanced toward the rider beside me.
Black helmet.
Dark sunglasses.
A patch I didn't recognize.
He turned his head and smiled.
Something about that smile made
