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“A girl always wants,” she replied.

“What? What does a girl always want?”

“A sense of security,” she said. “Reassurance that what she has won’t fade away. To be reminded from time to time that she’s loved. Things like that.”

“Do I provide those things?”

She smiled. “You do.”

“So, what is it that you want?”

“Now? Nothing.”

“If that changes, will you let me know?”

She grinned. “I’ll keep you posted.”

We reached the parking lot where the motorcycle was parked. On both sides of it, other motorcycles had been parked, each making use of the minimal space that was available along the beach at sunset.

“They kind of boxed you in,” she said.

Seeing them reminded me of the many times we’d done similar things while out on the road and unable to find a spot to park. I missed the men in the club. The comradery. The brotherhood. The sense of belonging.

“Do you miss them?” she asked.

I realized I was staring blankly at the row of motorcycles.

“Who?” I asked, although I knew what she was asking.

“The guys in your MC?”

I nodded. “I do.”

“The guy who came to Herb’s house won’t let you go see them?” she asked. “Your parole officer?”

“No,” I replied. “He won’t.”

“That’s dumb.”

“Yeah, it is.”

She took her sneakers off the handlebars and untied the laces. “It won’t last forever.”

“One of these days, I’ll be able to go where I want, when I want, with who I want.”

She leaned against the motorcycle and slipped on her shoes. “When you’re given that freedom, what will change?”

I couldn’t give an answer because I didn’t know. I’d spent eight years with the belief that nothing was more important than returning to the club. I now wondered if my priorities were in line with what my life’s necessities truly were.

“I don’t know,” I replied.

For the time being, what was in front of me was all that was important or necessary. I hoped that no amount of freedom would change that, but I had no way of knowing. So I clung to the belief that what satisfied me at that moment would continue to satisfy me forever.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Teddi

Kate pinched a piece of sushi between her chopsticks and lifted it to her mouth. “The craziest?”