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“Fine, Eve. You win.”
“I win?” She tugged on the skirt of her dress, regret in her eyes.
“I’ll give you what you want and leave you alone. Maybe find me a woman who actually wants me.” I stared at her, sick to my stomach.
“Good.”
I stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut. Good? All she could say was good? I almost punched the goddamn wall. I felt every emotion on an extreme level with Eve: frustration, joy, love, anger.
I hadn’t meant what I’d said about leaving her alone or finding another woman. That was me lashing out at her for slaying my heart.
Fucking stubborn woman.
3
Sugar
“It’s five o’clock somewhere,” I chanted to myself as I drained my glass. Jack and Coke weren’t something I drank early in the day, but I needed a calming agent after being with Art.
How could I be so weak and give into him? He sure had an incredibly talented tongue, though.
I groaned. All I was doing was hurting Art and me with every encounter. How long would I let him seduce me before putting a stop to it, for real? Eventually, we’d be found out. Why couldn’t he see that?
“Can I get you another?” the bartender asked.
“Yes, please.” I took in the place. There wasn’t anything special about it. I’d never been in The Wild Hog before and rarely came to Winters Township. The only reason I was here was to drink in private. Wallow a little in misery.
A glass was set in front of me. “Whatcha name sweetheart?”
I lifted my gaze. “Not interested in talking. I’m just here for the booze.”
“Okay.” His shoulders dropped as he left with his tail between his legs.
I sipped my drink, replaying the oral sex Art had given me. He was magnificent. Every time we were together, I felt unhinged and free. He brought out my naughty side, my screw-the-world side. Except not long after playing with Art, guilt crushed me.
He was too young.
I was too old.
My boys would be disgusted.
Storm would be furious.
I rubbed my temples. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Everything alright, Mrs. Knight?”
I fought the urge to see who knew my name… Or thought they knew me. The last time I’d been called Mrs. Knight was when my boys were in elementary school. Who in Winters knew me?
“Eve or I’m sorry, you go by Sugar, right?”
I slowly turned toward the man. He was wearing a uniform with a deputy’s patch on his shirt. “I’m sorry, are you talking to me?”
He took up the stool beside me. “You don’t have to pretend you’re not Eve Knight. I’d know your face anywhere.”
“Is that right?” I lifted my glass to my lips and took a gulp.
“It’s my job to know everyone affiliated with the Knight’s Legion MC.” The son of a bitch grinned smugly. “Usually, you people stay in your own township.”
