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She pokes her big toe against my stomach. “That’s mean.”
“The truth is often unkind.” I wrap my fingers around her foot and tug. “Are we done with twenty questions?”
“Twenty? I only asked one and you never answered it.”
“Do we worship at the altar of Harley-Davidson didn’t seem like a genuine question.”
“What ischurchand why is it such a big deal to be there?”
How can I put it so that her civilian mindset understands? “It’s a club meeting. We discuss club business and whatever else is going on.” There. True but vague.
She nods slowly. “Club business is stuff you can’t talk about with people not part of the club.” It’s a statement, not really a question.
“Right.”
Thankfully my answer seems to satisfy her.
“Come here,” she says, patting the bed next to her.
“I wanted to help you come up with a new morning-morning routine.” I crawl up her body and flop into the warm divot next to her.
She smacks her hand over her face. “I can’t believe I told you that.”
“Why?” Except for the part where she has insomnia, I thought it was fucking adorable. I didn’t want to call a grown-ass woman “cute” but she was.
I pull her hand away from her face. “How’d you sleep last night?”
She shifts, craning her neck so she can look me in the eye. “Good.” Her forehead wrinkles. “Too good.”
I cup her face, running my thumb over her cheek. “Why do you make it sound like a bad thing?”
Her shoulders jerk and she pulls away, dragging the covers with her. “I don’t want to treat you like a big, warm, emotional support blanket. You can’t stay here every night.”
I open my mouth to say, “why the fuck not,” then reconsider. Why make promises I probably can’t keep?
Emily
I don’t quite understand Dex’s need to rush to this club meeting. I mean, it’s a club, a fun thing, a hobby, not life or death. But it seems important. And I’m trying not to be clingy just because we had sex.
While he hops in the shower, I run downstairs to boil water for tea and start the coffee maker. When I return to the bathroom, he’s standing in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around his waist.
God, he looks amazing.
I lean against the doorframe, staring at the Lost Kings MC tattoo taking up most of his back. The club’s literally plastered all over his body. Embedded in his skin. Thinking it’s just a hobby was a seriously stupid miscalculation on my part.
“Here, let me grab you a toothbrush.” Duh, why didn’t I do that for him sooner?
I open the tiny medicine cabinet over the sink. Two tiny square packets of birth control pills tumble out, clattering into the sink.
My morning reminder to take mine.What perfect timing.
Dex frowns at the labels on the backs of the packets.
“Oh, shit.” I set mine on the counter and grab Libby’s, shoving them in the medicine cabinet. I pluck a toothbrush off of a different shelf, then slam the door shut. “Don’t judge.”
“No judging.” Dex holds his hands in the air. “But shouldn’t she have themwithher?”
“It’s not…my sister’s not…yes.”
