May 2008

Sara settled back into her usual routine once back in Charming: work, sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep. About once a week she got together with Donna and the kids. The little brunette was quickly becoming her best girlfriend in Charming. Donna understand what it was like to be in love with a man that was on the road more often than not; a man who didn't just toe the line of the law but raced across it; a man who could never be happy with a quiet life; essentially, she knew what it meant to be with a Son. She knew the harsh reality that sometimes he would go away, and it wouldn't always be a quick stint that could be weathered with ease.

Sara was still invited to SAMCRO events and went to a few so that she could hang out with Juice and Half-Sack (Donna said she'd rather die than go and, besides, a sitter was expensive). Quickly it was starting to feel like she was going for appearances sake. The novelty of partying every weekend wore off once she realized the whole weekend was wasted feeling hungover and then she had to be back to work on Monday morning. She was finding that she enjoyed the simple, slow pace that was best described as a 'normal' life. It was a privilege that she had never indulged before.

Happy hadn't been down to Charming more than a few days at a time, sometimes with weeks between visits. After clashing with the Tacoma President, she was in no great hurry to go up to Washington. This left them with speaking on the phone most days. Her heart ached for him, missing him greatly. He wasn't one for words, but she knew he was struggling with the long distance. Could she blame him? His life before her was guided simply by immediate desire. He wasn't impulsive by nature, he was actually highly controlled, but if she knew anything about outlaws it was that when they were told not to do something it only made them want it more.

Still, she was very much committed to Happy and he seemed equally committed to her. She did her best to keep her mind busy so her thoughts didn't stray and leave her wondering if some sweetbutt was warming his bed.

In the meantime, Sara was trying her best to build an independent life for herself which included "normal" things like going for drinks with some of the ladies from work. As one of the few unmarried women, the conversations inevitably turned to her personal life and she had paused.

What was she supposed to say? I'm dating an outlaw with a long criminal record.

After multiple offers to set her up on blind dates, she finally told them that she was dating a mechanic in Tacoma but did not elaborate to include his affiliation with the Sons of Anarchy. It wasn't like she was ashamed of Happy, they just didn't need to know every detail of her personal life. Surely the ladies knew of her connection to the club anyway. It was a small town, after all.

She had worked hard— really hard—to get to where she was, and she was finally doing well. One of her supervisors had even suggested she go back to school and get a Master's degree. The middle-aged woman had given Sara an information packet with a "just think about it" delivered over the frame of her glasses. As she thumbed through it at her desk, she realized her fear of opening up about her relationship was rooted in her concern if they knew about her connections, they would look into her past and find some of the unsavory connections she had. Hell, she had run an escort service prior to this job. She finally had her shit together and was standing on her own two feet. She didn't want to jeopardize any of it. She certainly wouldn't be recommended for a program as the former Madame of a whorehouse.

Later when she delicately placed the application packet on her coffee table she become suddenly aware of how badly her heart wanted it. The problem was that the program was in LA, and she had just gotten settled in Charming. It was hard enough to sustain her relationship when he had a reason to come to the city. He didn't have any business in LA; she'd see him even less if she lived there.

She spent a week eying it every time she passed through the living room. Honestly, she was surprised it hadn't gone up in flames from her lengthy stares. With a huff she filled out the application, you know, just for kicks. It was sitting completed on her coffee table when Donna came over the next day.

"What's this?" Donna asked, picking up the folder and opening it before Sara could intervene.

"It's nothing." The blonde quickly stated reaching for the folder. Her brunette friend was faster and dodged the grabs.

"You're going back to school?"

"No. My supervisor just handed it to me the other day."

"She completed the whole thing for you?" Donna asked quizzically as her fingers flipped through the pages before accepting the heavily-poured glass of wine from Sara. Donna had convinced Piney to watch the kids tonight which, to her understanding, consisted of pizza and reruns of MASH.

"Well, no—of course not. I did, but it was just for fun." Sara shrunk in embarrassment, realizing how silly she sounded.

"You wrote a cover letter and got recommendations 'just for fun'?" Donna scoffed and gave her friend a pointed look.

"It's stupid." Sara sighed averting her gaze and pulling at a string on the couch. A pink flush burned across her embarrassed cheeks. She was kidding herself anyway; there was no way she would even get in with her cheap local college education. Her test scores and GPA had been high, but she knew that she would stand out among other applicants. She hadn't really done much with her degree until recently, unless you count club favors like Kozik but she hardly thought he'd make much of a professional reference.

"The only thing that is stupid is that fact its just sitting here collecting dust. Go get an envelope." Donna stated firmly and nudged Sara with her foot.

"No, Donna, I'm not gonna send it." Sara stated firmly, realizing the futileness of her application.

"GO! Get an envelope!" Donna ordered and pushed harder with her foot, practically pushing Sara off the cushion.

"Fine, fine. So pushy." Sara grumbled going to find a large document envelope.

"You raise two kids by yourself and see how pushy you become." Donna quipped back. Donna supervised as Sara filled out the address and sealed the application in the envelope. Donna snatched it from her hands and placed it in her old, worn black purse. It was a cheap bag that she had had for years and was function over fashion. Despite being annoyed for years by its large compartments that somehow always filled with crumbs and wrappers from her kids, she was now grateful it was oversized as the brown envelope fit nicely.

"I'll be mailing that out, thank-you-very-much." Donna stated matter-of-factly.

"What? Donna I can do it myself."

"No way, you'll chicken out."

"I will not." Sara defended.

"Bullshit." Donna shot back with a laugh.

"Well at least let me know how much the postage is." Sara sighed.

"Oh you know I will. I can barely afford toilet paper, I'm not footing the bill on this too. Remember me once you have this fancy degree and start making tons of money. A kickback that doesn't come from gun money would be nice." Donna teased sourly.

"That's putting the horse before the cart. I might not even get in." Sara ignored her comment about gun money. No need to go down the bitter alley that was Donna accepting club money.

"When will you hear back?"

"Probably a couple weeks. It's a rolling admission so they could get back to me pretty quick." Sara chewed her lip and seemed to get lost in her own thoughts. Donna had no idea what a rolling admission was but watched her blonde friend's brow furrow and knew that her mind was wandering all the unknowns that came along with the piece of mail now resting in Donna's handbag.

"Well, we will drink a bottle wine either way." Donna promised quietly, giving Sara's foot a squeeze of reassurance. Sara only nodded and steered the conversation elsewhere.

June 2008

True to Donna's word, she had mailed out the application post haste. Now, they wait. Donna never asked about it, and Sara never spoke about it but both women were on edge waiting to hear something.

Fortunately, Happy had come down for the weekend. He had gotten in mid-afternoon the day before and the two had spent most of the evening barely clothed surrounded by take-out containers. They watched all sorts of old action movies that Happy remembered seeing in theaters as a teenager and Sara had only seen on DVD. She fell asleep nestled against his chest halfway through Lethal Weapon 2.

Happy was stretched on his back wearing only sweatpants and she had pulled on one of his clean shirts at some point. One of his large hands was resting on under the hem of the shirt on her back, the warmth of her bare skin radiating into his. With liberty and confidence reserved only for a man with a kept woman, his hand caressed the curves of her body to grip the soft, exposed skin of her ass without a second thought. Still blown away by her, his mind drifted to the sheer luck that she had ended up with him. With a low chuckle he remembered what a dick he had been to her when she had popped up into his life a few short months ago.

It seemed so distant now, and it was hard to remember the details of his life prior to her being in it. Who had he called when he was on the road? How had he slept before having her to share his bed? How had he fucked someone who didn't fit him as perfectly as she?

With a yawn he flipped off the TV before shifting out from under the blonde beauty. Not for the first time, he marveled at how much younger she looked when she was asleep. It was almost unsettling—almost— but not enough to stop the blood from flowing to his groin. He knelt beside her and brushed the hair from her peaceful face, her nose twitching as a strand fell loose.

"Baby, let's go to bed." He whispered and kissed her forehead.

"No, we're watching a movie." She mumbled, not even opening her eyes, and her breath settling back into the steady, shallow breaths that betrayed her sleeping state. With an eye roll and an amused smile, he slid one hand under her back and another behind her knees to lift her small frame into his arms. The muscles in his back tired from riding throbbed under this unexpected strain. He silently cursed his body for aching when lifting his girl. It wasn't like she was heavy, she was a skinny little thing,. What would happen when he couldn't lift her to fuck her against the wall anymore? The pain in his lower back made it seem like it was just around the corner. His joints were betraying his age, accelerated by the hard life he lived. Shit, he was already taking Advil daily to cope with it. She'd get bored with his old ass, he knew it.

Pushing the thoughts from his mind, he settled her on the bed before going around the house and turning off the lights. He checked the lock—three times— and stretched his shoulders as he made his way back to the bedroom. She was sprawled on her back with her blonde hair fanned out beneath her. The t-shirt had ridden up when he had put her down and was gathered above her belly button, her naked bottom half glowing in the moonlight.

He couldn't help his gaze from drifting to the apex of her thighs. The small, feminine cleft between her legs drew him in like a magnet. Memories of her sitting on his face earlier that night pulsated through his mind and his cock. His mind's eye recalled the vision of her ecstasy chiseled into her features as her hips gyrated on him, thighs tight around his head. The faint tang of her nectar was still on his tongue, hours later. It was a taste he never grew tired of, and now his mouth watered at the thought of burying his tongue inside of her.

He'd always loved eating pussy, but Sara's was on a whole different level. The quiet, self-reflective part of himself acknowledged it was because of their emotional connection but he pushed the thoughts away, not feeling up to analyzing himself. He gripped himself firmly as he kicked off his sweatpants.

Stroking his length just the way he liked it, he kneeled on the bed next to her sleeping form. He briefly thought about the creep-factor of jerking off to her while she slept but he found it only made him hotter. He knew she wouldn't mind, and besides, realistically he was going to wake her up before he was done anyway.

He planted his free hand on the other side of her hips and knelt close enough to her pussy to catch a whiff. Okay, she'd probably be a bit self-conscious about that, but he couldn't help himself. She just smelled so fucking delicious. A quiet groan escaped his throat as he palmed the tip of his cock roughly and inhaled her scent again. It intoxicated him instantly, his head foggy with lust. He leaned back onto his heels and used both hands to spread her pliable legs, bending at the knee so that he could settle between them. Cock tucked to his belly, he laid between her thighs. He rested his hands on the soft, creamy flesh of her thighs, letting his touch rouse her slightly. She made a small sound of confusion, her hands moving to his. He felt her relax the moment she felt the familiar pattern of rings on his fingers.

"What're you doing?" She inquired, voice thick with sleep. Her hips shifted minutely beneath him before he left his hot breath blow across her pussy.

"Was gonna get off without waking you up, but decided I needed to taste you again. Didn't want you to freak; feel free to fall back asleep." He chuckled, using his thumbs to spread her open. She hummed her approval.

"Thought you weren't into the comatose thing." She teased sleepily, her hand affectionately caressing the smooth skin of his scalp. He grunted but didn't bother responding, choosing instead to use his tongue to leisurely trace her slit from bottom to her clit. He sucked the small bundle of nerves into his mouth. Only moments later the tasted to reward for his efforts as her body awoke and responded.

"I love how wet you get for me." He murmured, mostly to himself, knowing she was still drifting in and out of consciousness. If everything went his way, that would be rectifying itself shortly.

He let himself enjoy this moment. Her velvety skin on his face and tongue. The tangy flavor that was purely her. The sound of her breath changing to shorter, desperate gasps as her hand tightened on his head, pulling his face deeper into her opening.

Sucking her clit into his mouth, he slipped two fingers into her, fluttering them expertly.

"Jesus Christ." She moaned, arching into the bed.

"Cum for me, baby." He whispered before flicking his tongue across her most sensitive nub.

"Oh, Happy… ah… I'm… so...fuck… so close. Ohgoddon'tstop."

"That's my good girl." He groaned feeling her walls tighten around his fingers before lapping up her flowing juices. Her hands pulled at him, forcing him to abandon her damp opening. She pulled him in for a kiss so urgent he let out a surprised laugh. Her thighs wrapped around his waist, pulling his hips towards her.

"In a hurry?" He teased as she writhed beneath him. Her responsiveness was something that kept him hooked. He'd never seen such genuine desire that matched his own. It had nothing to do with his standing with the club, or the fact that he rode a motorcycle, or his 'bad boy' image. It was pure, unrestrained desire for him. For the man.

"Please, Happy. I need you inside me." She mewed, desperately trying to guide him to her entrance. He hooked one of her legs over his arm, letting her knee bend comfortably over his elbow. He wasn't trying to push her to her limit; he just wanted this to be enjoyable, leisurely. With a groan, he pushed into her slick entrance.

"So fucking tight." He whispered, resting his forehead on hers. Her small hands wrapped to grip the hard muscles of his ass, pushing him in an attempt to go deeper. He pulled back and pushed back in slowly, exhaling a shaky breath. They didn't go slow often and his body was unfamiliar with the pace.

"I love you." She murmured, leaning up to kiss him as he moved slowly in her. His own declaration was muffled by their kiss, but his intent raced down her spine dancing through her whole body. He released her legs and lowered onto his elbows leaving no space between their bodies. Her legs wrapped tightly to his hips as his lips bruised hers with intensity of the kiss.

She broke the kiss to gasp, her body feeling electrified by his controlled movements. His mouth moved to her neck, sucking the skin beneath her ear. The fabric of the t-shirt she was wearing felt coarse against her sensitive nipples but she couldn't bring herself to detach from him long enough to pull it off.

"Keep going." Her love-drunk voice encouraged with urgency, and he buried his smile in her neck as his hips continued their slow but measured movements. His own quiet moans were audible as her warm juices saturated his length, swallowing it over and over.

"Feels so good." His raspy, husky voice in her ear sent a shiver down her body.

"Happy, please…"

"Yeah baby? Tell me what you want."

"I need… fuck… please… more…" Her incoherent words pushed him deeper, harder but he refused to accelerate. This slow pace gave him the control he craved, gave him time to watch her reactions. She didn't seem to mind as she arched before pushing up to meet his hips with her own, pushing him to bottom out. He ground himself against her pubic bone, fully sheathed and she spasmed against him.

"Ohfuck. Again." She commanded as he pulled back. He obliged, hiking a knee to the side to give himself leverage to grind deeply against her. Her hips rotated against him, her sensitive pussy electrified by the friction. His thrusts stopped as they breathlessly ground together. The tension was like kindling for a fire. A slow burn that was far from a blaze and yet she couldn't explain how deep the heat ran. It was a new, primal sensation for both of them who were usually consumed by chasing their orgasms as fast as possible. A loud groan was pulled from him as she clenched tightly around him.

"Feel good?" She teased, nipping at his neck.

"Again." He commanded, echoing her earlier demands. She complied, squeezing her muscles tightly around him as he ground against her. It was like a vice around him. A hot, wet, perfect grip. A sticky sheen of sweat coated them, and their shared breath was humid on their skin but neither wanted to part.

"Fuck, Sara, I gotta move." He groaned, dropping his forehead to her shoulder as she clenched around him again. It was too much; he was going to cum if he didn't start moving.

"No, stay still." She ordered, wrapping her legs tightly around him and locking her ankles. She clenched again and he jerked and groaned in frustration, eyes squeezed shut in her neck.

"What're you thinking?"

"Batting averages." He grumbled, eliciting a laugh from her.

"You gonna cum?" She asked in a sultry voice.

"Stop talking." He stated sharply, wound tight. The harshness would have probably frightened any other woman, but not Sara. Never Sara.

"Is my pussy too wet and tight for you?" She continued and he groaned loudly.

"Sara, if you want this to keep going, you need to stop and give me a second."

"Why would I ever want you to hold back?" She whispered breathily but complied and unlocked her ankles. He immediately jerked back, pulling out of her completely and taking a shaky breath.

"I hope you're pleased with yourself." He grumbled as she giggled beneath him.

"Quite." She retorted smugly, reminding him of her attitude when they had first gotten together. He thrust forward into her quickly, throwing caution to the wind in an effort to wipe the smile off her face. He was rewarded with her biting down on her pink lip and arching beneath him.

His thrusts were rapid, pinning her to the mattress. Their sultry, slow lovemaking was lost to him now. She clenched around him again, although the arch of her spine and the guttural cry let him know she wasn't messing with him anymore. Satisfied with her completion, he let go of the tiny shreds of control he had been holding onto and slipped over the edge after her with a growl. They both lay breathing heavy, completely shattered by the experience.

"That was… intense." She whispered, catching her breath. He hummed in agreement. "I need a shower." She groaned, nudging him away.

"No you don't." He argued, wrapping his arm around her middle. She smelled like sweat, sex, and his own masculine scent marking her as his. The caveman corner of his brain wanted her to stay like this always.

"Your cum is literally leaking out of me." She argued and looked at him. His eyes darkened. "You would think that's hot." She sighed, rolling her eyes affectionately and pulling his arm off her to get up.

"What's not to like about that?" He genuinely disagreed but let her go. He rolled onto his back and let the euphoric feelings flood his system. He rarely felt as good as he did after he had fucked Sara. Sure, it was probably the rush of dopamine and other love hormones but for a few brief moments he forgot his physical aches and pains, he got out of his own head, and all the club bullshit fell away.

He startled when the shower turned off, and he realized he must have dozed off. Sara emerged moments later in a cloud of steam. He watched as she dropped her towel to pull on a pair of black cotton boyshorts and a tanktop.

"I'm just gonna take them off again." He taunted as she turned and made her way back to the bed. She smirked and shook her head. He winced as he rolled onto his side to face her.

"Back hurting?" She asked, noticing despite his best attempt to hide it. He shrugged.

"I'm fine. Just a long day on the bike." He brushed off with his gravelly voice refusing to admit weakness.

"Roll onto your stomach." She offered and he looked at her skeptically. "Let me take care of you." She encouraged and planted a kiss on his shoulder before pushing him into his stomach. She straddled his hips and reached for the bottle of lotion on her nightstand.

"Usually I'm face up when we are in this position." He joked but relaxed into the position nonetheless. She pumped some of the lotion into her hands before rubbing it into his sore muscles, starting with his shoulders. He was about to make a snide comment about the girly scent of the lotion but the words were lost suddenly. He groaned loudly in satisfaction as her hands meticulously worked the tension from his back.

Soon, his breathing evened into quiet snoring. She slowed her movements, snickering to herself as she climbed off him to put the lotion back on the nightstand. So much for him stripping her of her clothes again. Sara climbed under the blankets and tried to drag them down from under him, but he was out like a light. With a shrug she left him naked on the covers; he'd wake up if he got cold.

June 2008

It was a Saturday when Sara checked the mail. She stood staring at the thick letter in her hands for an indeterminable amount of time. Finally she shook herself free from the doubts paralyzing her in her driveway. Happy was at the garage picking up a shift while he was in town so she was home by herself.

With shaking fingers she tore it open and read the cover letter. She reread it twice before letting out a squeal of delight. Immediately she grabbed her phone and called Donna. "I got in!" Sara blurted before Donna could even get out her greeting.

"What? Into what?" Donna asked in confusion. "Oh. OH! OH MY GOD! CONGRATULATIONS!"

"I can't believe this." Sara gasped, holding the letter to her chest, eyes brimming with tears.

"So give me the details!" Donna urged, and Sara spent the next few minutes reading the letter and going over some of the stuff outlined in the packet.

"Have you told Happy?" Donna finally inquired.

"No, I didn't want to say anything until I knew for sure. I'll tell him tonight."

"Jeez. How's he gonna take it?"

"I mean I think he'll be fine; we'll talk about it. I haven't decided anything, I just like knowing I have the option."

"Hmm, okay. You know him better than I do, obviously. I just know these guys don't like having things sprung on them that are out of their control." Donna offered hesitantly, remembering Jax blowing up when Tara left town. Granted, they had already broken up by then, but still. Jax blew a gasket just at the thought of her moving across the country.

"Ok, maybe you have a good point. I'll go buy some sexy lingerie to soften the blow." Sara mused, still clutching the letter with a beaming smile. Her cheeks were starting to hurt, but she couldn't stop smiling.

"Oh man, sorry to change the subject, but did you hear Jax knocked up Wendy?" Donna gossiped. Donna hated Wendy, so the glee in her voice was easily detected.

"Wait, what? I thought they were getting divorced?"

"Well I guess they had a one-off afterward. I don't know the details but I heard about it from a crow eater that I ran into at the grocery store earlier this week." Sara could hear the eyeroll in her voice at the mention of a crow eater. Donna's relationship with the club was growing icier the closer they got to Opie's release. It was only weeks away at this juncture, and Donna had it in her head that he would be earning legal once he got out or she'd take the kids and leave. Sara had told her it seemed drastic but she supported her friend nonetheless.

"Well, no shit. How far along is she? Is she keeping it? Are they getting back together?"

"I guess a couple months and yeah I think they are keeping it; the croweater was really butthurt about the fact Jax was potentially off the market again but it seems like maybe they aren't getting back together. I don't know. Ask Juice, he probably knows." Sara made a hum of disagreement.

"He's usually very ignorant to the drama that would be of interest to us, unfortunately."

"Anyway, I thought you'd want to be tuned into the news. I'm gonna take the kids to the park so I gotta go. But congratulations again, let's celebrate soon. Let me know how telling Happy goes." After the call ended, Sara fired off a text to Hap.

Are you coming home for dinner tonight?

Thats the plan y?

Just have a surprise for you.

Sara was just getting home from the mall when her phone dinged.

Change of plans. Gotta stick around for Church. Maybe go for a ride w guys after.

Her mood instantly soured. She knew he was just texting in outlaw code, and that he was being pulled into some club business. She knew it wasn't his fault, but it still sucked.

Are you still planning on leaving for Tacoma early tomorrow?

Ya

Can I swing by tonight? Otherwise I probably won't see you before you leave.

Ya that's fine. Can u bring my bag?

Sure. Will you have a couple minutes to chat? I got some news I want to share with you.

She huffed as she walked into the bedroom to gather his belongings. She tried not to blame the club for this. This was his job, as alternative as it was; she didn't want to get in the way of his work.

Fuck. U knocked up?

What?

No.

Also, fuck you if I was and that's the way you ask. She tossed her phone on the bed in annoyance.

So whats the news then

Fuck you, nevermind. I'll bring your shit around 5. She responded and turned off the volume on phone. She was seething. She had been so excited to share this with him and, of course, the club was ruining her plans. Per usual. She could practically hear Donna's anti-SOA rhetoric bouncing around in her head.

While she couldn't blame him for jumping to the baby conclusion it was still a dick way to ask. She was full blown pissed as she stuffed his things into his bag, gleefully knowing he'd be agitated when he saw it wasn't neatly folded with the near military preciseness that he would have done himself. Good. That's what he gets for leaving early.

As the afternoon passed, her temper subsided and she got ready to go drop off his stuff. He had left a few voicemails on her phone but she hadn't bothered to listen to them. She wasn't as outright pissed anymore, but she was sure he'd say some stupid shit in the message that would fire her up again. She slipped her wedge heels on. The least she could do was look hot to say goodbye. Her white jeans clung tightly to her curves and the teal halter top was just loose enough to show her shape but also leave something to the imagination. Her blonde hair was down and wavy, the way she knew Hap liked it. She tossed his bag in the passenger seat of her car as well as a manila envelope.

There was a low whistle as she walked into the bar, his bag over her shoulder. Her eyes quickly found the whistler, and she smiled widely at the man stocking the bar.

"Hey Sack. Guys in Church?"

"Yes ma'am. Drink?" He asked playfully.

"Sure."

"Just so you know, they just went in. Probably gonna be a long one."

"I'll wait a bit and see. I want to say goodbye to Hap." She stated with a shrug, accepting the beer placed in front of her. "What's new with you?" Half-Sack shrugged.

"Nothing. Just been doing the usual. Mopping floors; plunging toilets." He said with a half smile of embarrassment.

"God bless ya, kid." She snorted and took another sip. They made small talk for about a half hour before she finally sighed and set his bag on the counter with the manila envelope.

"They really gonna take all night?" She asked, hopeful he would disagree. He just hesitated before nodding with a frown. With a sigh she grabbed a post it and a pen from behind the bar and scrawled out a note to stick the envelope. "Can you make sure Hap gets this?"

"Everything okay, Sara?"

"Yea, just… tired." She sighed, keeping her eyes down. Half-Sack's eyes searched her sad face but didn't say anything. Wasn't his place to get involved.

"Ok… get home safe."

Later, when Church finally got out, the guys gathered around the bar for a drink before they were gonna take a ride out to the Bluebird Warehouse. The Mayans were working a deal with SAMCRO and it required an all night assembly and guard.

"Oh, Happy. Sara came by and dropped your stuff off." Half-Sack said nervously, gesturing to his bag on the bartop where she left it. Sack wouldn't be caught dead touching the enforcer's personal belongings.

"Yea? How'd she seem?" Hap gruffly asking, making his way to his bag.

"Uhhhh… what do you mean?" Half-Sack inquired, swallowing loudly as he passed out beers to the guys.

"Happy? Pissed?" Happy elaborated with an annoyed eye roll. His eyes fell on the envelope with a yellow post-it on the outside.

Here's what I wanted to talk to you about and a little something to soften the blow. Ride safe. Love you. S

His brows furrowed as he opened the envelope, ignoring Half-Sack's babbling in the background. He pulled out the papers and scanned them quickly. His brows shot up as he read the opening lines of the acceptance letter.

"What is it?" Tig asked, leaning over his shoulder.

"Nothing." He rasped briskly, folding the pages and tucking them into the side pocket of his duffle on the bartop. He had to look everything over later by himself. Needed more information. He fought the bubbling of panic in his gut. He felt something at the bottom of the envelope and tipped it over and dumped the contents into his hand. A wad of black lace fell into his fingers.

"Oh shit." Tig snickered excitedly. "They used?" Happy shot him a dirty look and the man backed off with an amused smirk. Happy sighed and held up the strappy thong, tags still on the back. He chewed his lip before tucking the underwear into the inner pocket of his kutte.

With a sigh he grabbed his bag and tucked it behind the bar before pulling out his phone to call Sara.

"Let's get on the road, boys." Clay grumbled, and Happy slid his phone back in his pocket.

What the fuck did this all mean? Was she leaving?

A/N: Okay guys, sorry for the delay. Life happened, per usual. Hope you enjoy the long chapter. Already working on the next one. Please review and let me know if you are still with me.