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I saw it.
I felt it.
It was like seeing a ten-carat diamond peeking out from amid a lava field.
It stirred something in me, something that had died when Mom had. Something that I couldn’t afford to feel, but that I did all the same.
“What’s your idea?”
“Well, it goes like this…”
6
MARY CATHERINE
I was insane.
I knew it.
Impending marriage had turned me crazy, but I’d accept it; I’d acceptanythingother than Bill Murphy’s slimy hands clasping mine and thrusting a ring onto my finger.
I’d accept anything other than his heaving form on top of mine as he robbed me of my choices.
Digger was right.
Thiswasmy choice.
My body, my life.
But those things were infringing onhis. That was what I didn’t understand.
As we stood in the gas station, Digger filling up his gas tank for the long ride ahead, I stared at him.
My things were back at the clubhouse, including the phone Sin had given me so someone called Maverick couldn’t trace my whereabouts. I felt oddly vulnerable without it, but I was desperate enough that I didn’t care.
If this Maverick guy obstructed Digger’s game plan, if it led to me ending up locked in my room for daring to choose my fate and being forced to become Mrs. Murphy, then that cell phone could rot.
That meant putting a hell of a lot of trust in a man I didn’t know.
A man who, crazy or not, I had more faith in than I did my father.
Drowning in a massive Sinners’ leather jacket and hoodie he’d given me to wear, I shoved my glove-covered hands into the pockets as I peered into Digger’s eyes. “Why?”
Around me, the stench of gas was prominent, and car engines blasted over the noise of the carols on the speakers, buthewas all I saw.
An unlikely savior in a leather cut.
He shot me a cocky smile. “Why not?”
The cockiness had me grunting. “This marriage isn’t going to last long if I hit you over the head with a frying pan, is it?”
The smirk morphed into a genuine grin. “So, you do have some bite.”
“Of course I do,” I said with a huff. “I don’t whine and moan all the time. But these were extenuating circumstances, and I can’t help but feel like I’m doing to you what was being done to me. If that makes sense.”
He shrugged. “I suggested this.”
“You did,” I agreed. “But no one gets married to a stranger because they’re close friends with that stranger’s brother.”
