“You sound awfully confident.”
“I am.”
“Oh?”
He lifts my hand and brushes the softest kiss across my knuckles.
“Because I have a feeling that this...”
His eyes meet mine.
“...is only the beginning.”
I don't know why.
Maybe it's the sunrise.
Maybe it's the way he's looking at me.
Maybe it's the butterflies that haven't stopped fluttering since he punched my date.
But for the first time in years...
I believe him.
“I'll be ready,” I whisper.
His smile could power the whole Jersey Shore.
“I know you will, Honey.”
Then he climbs back onto his Harley.
The engine rumbles to life.
He gives me one last look before pulling away.
And I stand there barefoot on my front walk, helmet hair and all, smiling like an idiot as the man I met only hours ago rides away.
Something tells me this is going to be the best bad decision I've ever made.
Seven
Rand
The hours tick by slower than a damn funeral procession.
Russ and Steve—two of my Pack mates and the mechanics who work at Jameson Customs—have wisely given me a wide berth all morning.
They know something's wrong.
They just don't know what.
Or rather...who.
Mate.
My Wolf whines for what feels like the thousandth time today.
