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“Is that true?” Thorn asks, wary of Ghost’s bullshit.
“I heard her confuse Cream Puff with Sweet Buns. She thinks Bunny is Sweet Buns, too. Oh, and she called Sugar Plum that, too, which is fucking nuts since she is ten years younger and a brunette.”
I look at Celine and explain, “When a biker hooks up with a woman for good, she becomes his ‘old lady’ and gets a nickname. Mine is Angel Eyes. Giselle is Apex’s old lady, and we call her ‘Twinkle Toes.’”
“I came up with that name,” Ghost blurts out. “Because of the dancing.”
Celine’s expression shifts. “She remembers how to dance?”
“Some parts are still inside her, like how she knew she left someone behind.”
Biting her lower lip, Celine wears an expression somewhere between panicked and hopeful. I can’t even pretend to understand what she’s thinking as we erase the distance between her old prison and a reunion with a sister who doesn’t remember her.
The consensus back at the Sanctuary is Giselle would be better off never remembering her painful past. However, right now, I can only see her forgotten sister.
JESTER
All day, Talon haskept us busy by checking things off my “freedom list.” I know she’s distracting herself from the Texas raid. Plus, she fears being alone with me anywhere nudity is allowed.
We eat sushi for lunch and Indian food for dinner. My stomach refuses to give in to its queasiness. I’ve eaten weird shit before. Prison food was nasty. I had to check for maggots in my meals. One time, I found metal shavings in the mush they served. So even if sushi won’t ever be on my usual food rotation, I don’t complain about the strange texture.
We end up at my townhouse after the Texas thing gets settled and I need a clean shirt. I watch Talon walk around my place, feeling comfortable here. I think of how she kept everything in order for seven years. That wasn’t the behavior of my good buddy. Talon views me as her man. Yet, we keep playing this keep-away game whenever I try to get closer.
“Should we watch a movie?” she asks, standing too far away in my townhome’s living room.
“I didn’t spend seven years waiting for freedom so I could watch a fucking movie.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I want you naked in my bed.”
Talon gives my loft bedroom a quick upward glance before frowning at me and saying, “I think you misunderstood the ‘wine’ part of ‘wine and dine.’ I didn’t mean I wanted you to complain like a bitch.”
“You’re a laugh riot, Talon,” I reply and wrap my hand around her ass to tug her closer. “But you’re too old to play these games.”
“I’m not wetting your dick.”
