When someone mentioned home to her, she thought of California. Florida was still an adjustment and Hannah wasn’t even sure if she wanted to stay there, regardless of convenience. The flight to Los Angeles went by fast once she fell asleep in her seat, hopping off and taking a deep breath of West Coast air. Her father was waiting for her and arranged a car service to pick them up because it was either the best or nothing for his daughter. Once at the family home, she dropped her bags in her room, spoke with her mother about how her life was going though it seemed to be dismissive. She thought Hannah should be like her, marry into money and be a housewife. How fucking boring that must be.

The sun had set on the neighborhood, Hannah walking along the path to the home for some fresh air. Her mind was rather blank as she stopped to stand and look over her mother’s flower garden, many of the plants she helped out with in her younger years still holding on. The amount of history and growth she had right there in that spot made her contently chuckle, the slice soon broken by the distinct sound of a motorcycle. Her stomach got that familiar burn, turning her attention to the side of her as it got closer. It appeared in her vision, none other than Adam sitting on it just like he had been the first night they met. He stopped directly in front of her, shutting the bike off and sliding his sunglasses on the top of his head.

Adam Clarke, an older man she fell in love with and married on a whim. One of her father’s most loyal and dangerous soldiers, but had a soft spot for Hannah big enough to engulf the both of them right then and there. The definition of ‘ fuck with my wife and they’ll never find your corpse ’. There was once upon a time that nothing could tear her away from him, she’d sink her teeth into his skin and stay there. Now, things were rocky. That didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to miss him, craved his touch more than anything else most days.

“Hello, wifey.” He smirked wide, Hannah rolling her eyes before her attention fully turned to him. “How’d you know I was in town?” He looked down at his hands, cracking his knuckles as he sat back slightly. “You forget I know your dad, love? He lets things slip.” His accent was thick, something Hannah missed and made her knees weak. It had been weeks since she last saw him, the two of them meeting eyes being more telling than if they had said anything else. Both love and lust were more prevalent than ever.

“Sometimes I watch on Wednesdays, I never see you.” Hannah scoffed playfully. “That’s because I work in the back, of course you won’t see me.”

“Too afraid to get a little sweaty, Han?” Another smirk, teeth glistening between the space of his lips. “You’re such an asshole.” One of her hands smacked against his shoulder, the leather jacket protecting any sting it would have caused. “See, that’s a pretty decent slap!”

Hannah hated that he made her laugh so easily especially in times when they were supposed to be at odds. He’d broken her trust to the point that she was willing to move across the country, but now that he was sitting there in front of her, everything she’d stood for seemed to crumble. He hadn’t even taken his wedding ring off, nor did she.

“Hop on, let’s go ride by the coast.” Adam reached out for her hand, squeezing it gently with his own. “I promise to have you back before your curfew.” They both grinned at the same time, Hannah looking over at the house and noticing both of her parents looking toward them.

Without a word, she moved around and hopped on the back of his motorcycle, arms wrapping around him like they had done hundreds of times before. "One ride since you asked so nicely." She joked, smiling as he started the bike back up. "Do I get a different kind of ride if I'm nice?" She shook her head, eyes shutting before the two of them shared a laugh and began the drive down to the main road. "You didn't say no!"