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She didn’t appear to care, though, because the second we were inside, she let go of me, heaved over to the bed nearest the door, and face-planted onto it. The too-large leather jacket and hoodie I’d loaned her before we left the clubhouse, thick woolen scarf, gloves, and her sheepskin boots and all.
I smiled at the sight. “You’ll feel better if you shower.”
MaryCat wafted a hand then mumbled into musty-looking sheets, “You go first.”
No way in hell if I went first would she be awake when I got out, which meant she’d end up not showering, but she was clearly exhausted…
Damning myself for a sucker, I left her alone to rest, pulled out my phone charger from the saddlebags, and got it charging before I headed into the bathroom.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I splashed water on my face and used the soap from the dispenser to clear off some of the grime from the long journey.
Even after a quick wash, I looked every single one of my years, whereas MaryCat was more like a baby in this shithole of a world we both inhabited.
She thought I was doing her a favor, and maybe I was. From her viewpoint. But she was the one who was about to forever be associated with a felon.
I rubbed my chin at the thought, wondering if I should warn her. Would it change her stance on things? Was she that desperate it wouldn’t matter, or not desperate enough that it would?
Felon.
That was a label you just couldn’t get away from. It fucked with everything. Your present, your future, even a fake fiancée you didn’t particularly goddamn want.
I rolled my eyes at the thought then started stripping out of my clothes.
Ducking into the shower, I was grateful that she didn’t want one yet because the pressure was low and it was mostly tepid, not boiling like I usually preferred. Still, it did the job, and after I was clean, I dried off, kept the towel around my waist as I grabbed my clothes from the floor, then headed back into the bedroom.
She hadn’t moved, but her breathing was deep and low, indicative of someone fast asleep.
Did she feel safe around me? Or was she in possession of so few street smarts that she didn’t see her position as a walking ‘go’ light to any predator?
Shaking my head at the sight and beyond fucking grateful I’d been the one at the gates when she showed up and not Jackson, I headed over to the other bed and dragged down the sheets before I clambered in, quickly shucking off the towel so the linen wouldn’t get wet.
With her soft and low breaths as my soundtrack, the few lights from the road darting across the ceiling and gracing me with a short show before I slept, I decided to stop thinking about shit that was of no consequence and to get as much sleep as I could.
Tomorrow, after all, was going to be even harder than today.
10
MARYCAT
Impossibly,the pain I’d been in before I went to sleep was nothing to after.
Stiff as a board, I flopped onto my side, but as I did, I caught sight of Digger’s back. It was muscled and inked. Nothing major, but he had a large portrait of a smiling woman on his throat that angled down to his shoulder. It was beautiful.Shewas beautiful.
His mom? Or a woman he’d loved?
For a moment, contemplating that snatched away thoughts of the excruciating toil on my bones that the journey had taken out on me thus far, and when the pain returned, I huffed.
As quickly as my aching body would allow, I hobbled off the bed and headed into the bathroom.It was damp inside so I knew he’d showered at some point, and I wiped my hand over the mirror that was still foggy with condensation to take in the state of me.
“Wow, you look worse than you feel,” I muttered under my breath before I yawned and started stripping.
The bath didn’t look that clean, but I really needed to soak, so I grabbed a small washcloth, poured the generic soap the motel provided onto it, and quickly wiped over the tub and rinsed it. Not ideal, not as clean as I’d like, but that was a testament to my pain level—I didn’t have it in me to give more of a damn.
Once that was complete, I let the water run, and though it wasn’t hot enough, it felt like heaven to just float, to feel weightless.
I nodded off in there, only for a little while, but the water had turned cold. I let some out, ran some in, then started to clean up, rubbing my fingers into my thighs where they were aching, wishing I could do the same to my ass as well.
I raised my leg high against my chest to stretch out the joint, then I used the new position to massage the back of my thigh. As I moved to switch legs, my knuckles brushed my pussy and I clenched down, surprised by the surge of sensation that hit me when I was so tired.
