Page 12 of Sparrow's Grace


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I had just gotten the background check back from a few boys that were wanting to prospect for the club when my stomach growled loudly.

The saying that food was the way to a man’s heart was proven true to me.

Walking out of my office at the clubhouse, I nodded to a few of the brothers, got on Marilyn, and then drove to the diner for a double bacon cheeseburger. That had my mouth salivating.

Thankfully, I didn’t see any cars in the lot so I wouldn’t have to wait too long on the food order while I sat at the four-way stop sign.

However, as I scanned the rest of the parking lot, that was when I saw it. A truck. A beautiful blacked-out jacked-up truck, with a bike in the back of it and a U-Haul trailer attached to it.

She was here. Holy fuck.

It was then that my palms got sweaty. What the fuck was happening to me?

This reaction was from seeing her picture.

A picture?

Shaking my head when I heard a horn honk behind me and then looking to see that it was my turn to go, I throttled my girl up and then started forward.

With my eyes on the truck and not the car in the other lane that had stopped to let a pedestrian cross the crosswalk on Main Street, I hadn’t seen it.

Was that?

What the fuck?

Please. Please tell me I didn’t just do what I think I did?

And when I looked down at the body that was now laying on the pavement while looking up… Yep. I fucking did it.

“God damnit,” I growled as I shut my bike off, dropped the kickstand, and then jumped from the bike to the woman that I had hit with my bike.

And when I got a look at her face? All the air in my body let out in a whoosh.

I was right. Having her here. Seeing her.

The real thing was so much better than the picture.

“Savannah,” I breathed out as I dropped to my knees beside her.

She already had my heart from that picture of her.

But I also felt my soul detach from my body and mold with hers.

Then, I heard the voice of an angel ask, “Do I know you?”

Chapter 3

Savannah

Did that just happen? Seriously?

Was I really laying on the hot asphalt on my back because I had just been hit by someone on a… a motorcycle?

Me? A girl that just left a motorcycle club, around bikes every day for the entirety of my twenty years of life, and all the way across the other side of the United States, literally, I get hit by a motorcycle.

Was this karma’s way of getting back at me for not staying and toughing it out with Deck and going back on the promise I made to him?

Or was this merely an accident?

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