Page 3 of Pieces We Keep


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In the heart of McMurdo Valley, I stopped at the Valley Star Diner and ordered a bowl of chili. Mostly, I was looking for information, so I could plan an escape for Fiona and me.

A bored, middle-aged waitress named Gitty didn’t mind my questions. I asked about ways to leave town. Was there a train or bus depot? I inquired about jobs. I didn’t really know what play to make.Should we leave the state? Return to Vermont? Where could we go?

An hour passed, but the solution remained out of reach. I was quickly spiraling into a depression when my obsession rode up on his motorcycle. Through the restaurant’s window, I stared in awe at the handsome biker.How could such a sexy man be real?

My lust clouded my thoughts. I lost track of my plans. Was this man a local? Yes, of course, he was part of that criminal gang.How could I crave a dangerous man when another one was already putting the squeeze on me?

With Gitty’s help, I learned his name was Eagle, and he was the sergeant at arms for the motorcycle club. I didn’t understand what that job entailed. The waitress didn’t know, either. She did tell me how he wasn’t married. She smiled at my interest, finding me adorable.

“If you want to ride that man, the Steel Berserkers open up their clubhouse each Friday for parties,” Gitty explained, chuckling at how I couldn’t take my eyes off the man outside talking to a harried mother struggling with her school-aged boys. “You could show up and give him a test drive.”

I should have been embarrassed by my obvious lust. However, Eagle was definitely drool-worthy, with his muscled chest barely confined in his pale gray T-shirt. His wavy brown hair hung loosely around his bearded face.

Eagle frowned the entire time he stood with the flustered woman who the waitress said was his younger sister. No matter his bad-tempered expression, he was gorgeous in an addictively masculine way.

My fingers tingled with the need to test what his tanned, tatted flesh felt like. The heat of his beauty wrapped around my heart and squeezed until I could barely catch my breath.

What was wrong with me? Handsome men existed.Why was I focused on my overheated pussy when my life was literally in danger?

There was no explaining my instant attraction to the biker. Eagle’s sexy kind of beauty simply infected me. I needed to know what his voice sounded like. Did he wear cologne, smell like soap, or have that musky male scent?

I felt like a dope as I returned to the estate with no plan and a painfully needy obsession.

Despite wanting to know Eagle, I had to get out of McMurdo Valley. My lust wasn’t enough to distract from my responsibility to Fiona.

I arrived at the Rogers estate, torn between fear and fascination. I forced myself to remember what Fiona was like when I arrived in her life. Hell, I was a mess myself. Self-destructive more than suicidal, I only took the job because everyone at the agency warned me against it.

“Zaja Rogers is an awful person who will make you miserable,” swore a woman who’d already tried the job. “It’s madness there.”

Though the caretaker wasn’t wrong, Fiona won my heart, and I never looked back.

I couldn’t lose track of myself now. In fact, Eagle might not be handsome at all. Wasn’t it more likely that I was having an emotional break and latched on to a random, average-looking man as a distraction?Yes, that was it!

Todd Rogers summoned me as soon as I stepped out of the car. I joined him in his secondary living room. On the walls were obscene pictures of lynchings and other atrocities. This was where he brought people when he wanted them to squirm.

“Are you satisfied with your quarters?” Todd asked rather than say hello.

In my head, I felt out of control. The answer to his question wasn’t clear. I needed to do right by Fiona. We should run. Yet, I also felt this unbearable itch to attend one of those biker parties and meet Eagle. Even if he dismissed me as unworthy, which seemed most likely, I couldn’t flee McMurdo Valley until I’d seen him up close.

“I fear your sons will kill Fiona and me,” I told Todd in a soft voice. “Perhaps we should leave your town and live elsewhere.”

“No,” Todd replied coldly. “Ashley wants you gone, and I refuse to make her happy.”

At that moment, I realized Fiona was ripped from her home and moved here as a way for this old man to poke at his much too young girlfriend.

“I understand, but Fiona’s happiness is my main concern.”

“Are you fucking her?”

“Good Lord, no. She’s like a child.”

“Not really. It’s just a trick she plays.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Todd Rogers didn’t know his daughter. He hadn’t seen her in more than twenty years. They never spoke on the phone or messaged each other.

“Fiona is like a daughter to me,” I explained.

Todd peeled his gaze away from the tranquil day and leveled it on me. “She’s barely younger than you.”

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