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He opened his saddle bag and pulled out a bag of candy.
I held it up toward the streetlamp. “Root beer barrels.”
“I’m trying to win your affection. How am I doing so far?”
“So far so good. What will it be next week, I wonder?”
“You’ll have to wait and find out.” He gently grasped my hip and pulled me toward him. His free hand sank into my hair, cupping the back of my head to angle my lips toward his. His mouth devoured mine. He tasted like chocolate and lemon from the dessert we had shared, and I sank into him.
When we’d said a proper good night, he finally lifted his head from mine.
I sighed.
“What cuisine are we doing next week?” Duke asked.
“How about we adventure with chopsticks,” I suggested. “Sushi?”
“Raw fish?”
“You just ate snails. I think you’ll like raw fish.”
“I’m game.” He grinned. “Savage and I are going to Odessa for a few days.”
“I won’t see you?”
“You won’t see me. I’ll try and check in, but no promises.”
“I get it.”
“You do?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, that’s never changed, right? Ever since you and Savage got in with the club, time hasn’t been your own. I get it.” I frowned. “Did you think because we’d taken our relationship to the next level, I’d all of sudden stop understanding the needs of the club?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Would it kill you to be more needy and demanding and wanting to talk to me?”
“I don’t care if you’re in Odessa. Youwillcheck in with me, Duke.” A smirk appeared on my lips. “Ignore me at your own peril. Or I’ll have an epic meltdown the moment I see you again.”
“That’s more like it.” He smacked my ass. “Text me when you get home safe.”
“Why don’t you textmewhenyouget home safe?” I sassed.
“I’ll text you the moment I’m home—something that’s gonna make you blush.”
“I look forward to it.” I kissed him one last time and then climbed into the car, setting the root beer barrels on the seat next to me.
When I turned down the rental’s street, I saw a motorcycle parked in front of the house. I pulled up behind it and cut the engine. It was Savage’s Harley.
I shot off a quick text to Waverly asking why Savage was here. I waited a few seconds to see if she’d reply, but my phone remained dark.
With a deep breath, I got out of the car and went inside. Savage was sitting on the couch, a pizza box open on the coffee table, along with a few empty beer bottles.
“Hello person who doesn’t live here,” I quipped.
He didn’t take his eyes off the TV. “Is that any way to greet your best friend, who bought you a new TV since you didn’t have one?”
I sighed and set my purse and phone down on the small table by the door.
“I didn’t ask you to buy the TV,” I said.
