Page 22 (1/2)

“Fair enough” He stood and held his breath

Quietly, she sat on a stool and gave him a slow once over

His heartbeat kicked up a notch His throat grew thick She’s one of my own kind, the scarred and wounded If she doesn’t want an to work once more

Her gaze darted around, like she expected someone to come from nowhere

“Hey”

Looking troubled, she glanced back over at him

“I got you, Symone You’re with me now You can relax, okay?”

She sed hard and nodded her head

He wanted to wrap an ar her personal space He shoved his hands in his pockets to resist temptation and led her down the hallway to the deck out back

“Oh,” she whispered

“Not what you expected to see, huh?”

“Not at all”

“It’s been a year of additions since Pres got s became a little more family friendly, if you knohat I mean”

“That’s nice though, says a lot about him”

Her wistful tone wasn’t lost on hi about us bikers When we decide to claim someone, we take their happiness pretty damn seriously”