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Once I realized that, I set a goal to prove I was a better man and to make her understand I would never hurt her.
But then Bear got that letter.
“You okay?”
Her hand is on my arm, and I remember she’s alive. It doesn’t seem real.
I cover her hand with mine. “It’s a lot—seeing you.”
“I can imagine.” She shifts as Harley wiggles in her arms. “I think he likes you.”
I laugh, take the dog from her arms, and strap him into his seat on my bike. “He has good taste,” I say.
“Most dogs do.”
Once Harley is settled, I mount my bike and wait.
Grace glances back at the truck. “Why don’t I follow you? Wouldn’t that be easier?”
I shrug. “Probably, but Harley seems pretty comfy.”
“Fine.” She places her hand on my shoulder to steady herself as she straddles the bike. “Take it easy on me. It’s been a while since I’ve been on one of these things.”
I suck in a breath as her hands wrap around my chest. “I’ll be gentle. Promise.”
Minutes later, we’re on the two-lane highway headed to Deep Bend. The town is big enough to house the Scorpions MC businesses, including my tattoo shop, but small enough that most of the gang lives on the outskirts.
Bear’s never felt an urge to plant roots. He still lives in a room above the Lucky Lady, the bar we use as a business and a clubhouse. There’s no room for Grace to stay with him, and I’m betting he’ll need some space to deal with the emotional bullet wound caused by seeing her again.
By the time we pull up next to the Lucky Lady, I’ve decided.
She’s staying with me.
Chapter Three
Grace
The bar we pull beside looks like something out of a vintage western, but there’s a row of Harleys out front instead of horses. A red and green vintage sign flashes above the roof with fluorescent lights that spell out Lucky Lady.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the tattoo shop. It sits in the alley beside the bar, but the lights are off, so I assume they’ve closed for the day.
Ink turns off the bike, and we sit silence.
I’m terrified.
Ink grabs my hand and squeezes it. “Something you need to know before we go in. It will be hard enough, so I don’t want you to have any surprises.”
I tense.
“I have a twin sister.”
I freeze. Of all the possibilities I’d considered, this one hadn’t crossed my radar. “I don’t understand.”
“Found out earlier this year that I was adopted and that I had a twin. She was in a car accident and almost died, so her adopted Dad pulled some weight and got her adoption records. The rest is history.”
“Why are you telling me this now?”
“Because she lives here and works in the tattoo shop with me. You might meet her when you get inside.”
