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“Sawyer, I’m fine,” I assure him, pushing up on my tiptoes and kissing his cheek before dragging my lips to his ear. “Go and get this done and when you get back, I’ll be waiting in bed. Naked.”

He groans and nods before pulling back to meet my gaze. “No leaving the clubhouse without one of the guys, okay?”

“I won’t even leave the clubhouse at all,” I promise him and he nods as he leans down and presses his lips to mine.

“Let’s get a move on, Moosie-Poo,” someone calls and Sawyer rips himself away from me with a growl. I scrunch up my nose.

“I really hate your name.”

He rolls his eyes. “Join the club, angel.”

“Moose!” someone else yells and he sighs as he takes a step back.

“I gotta go. I love you.”

I smile. “I love you, too.”

Standing in the doorway to his room, I watch him disappear downstairs before turning to look at his bed. It was a rough night but as much as I would like more sleep, I feel like I should go downstairs and make an effort to get to know some of these guys that are such a big part of Sawyer’s life. Ducking into the room, I grab my phone before going downstairs. A few of the guys are playing pool at the far end of the room while another is sitting at one of the tables, looking over paperwork. He looks up and kicks the chair next to him out for me to sit in.

“Hi,” I say as I sit down and he offers me a warm smile as he extends his hand.

“I’m Fuzz.”

I shake his hand and nod. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You look a little overwhelmed,” he replies with a laugh that puts me at ease and I smile as I nod.

“Just a little bit.”

He nods, closing the file in front of him. “Sounds like you’ve had a crazy few weeks.”

“Yeah,” I scoff. “That’s one way of putting it but I suppose this is just every day for you guys, huh?”

“Naw, not really. Most of the time, things are pretty chill… it’s just been a bad year.”

I nod, studying him. “Sawyer said something about that. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.”

“Is that what all this is?” I ask, pointing to the folders and he nods. “Did you find anything?”

“Nope. It’s frustrating as hell but it’s kind of nice to get back to my roots.”

I scowl. “What do you mean?”

“I was a cop before I joined the club.” He laughs. “That’s why they call me Fuzz.”

“Oh.”

“Actually, I learned something from my cop days that I was thinking might help you if you want to give it a try.”

Pursing my lips, I consider his words. A part of me is terrified of what I might uncover in my forgotten memories after everything that’s happened since I woke up in the hospital but my desire to know the truth overpowers that.

“Okay. What do I need to do?”

“I had this case one time,” he says, leaning his elbows on the table. “Where a woman lost her memory like you and the department sent her to this doctor who walked her through unlocking her memories and I could try doing the same thing with you.”

I suck in a breath and nod my head. “Let’s do it.”