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She cleared her throat as if trying to decide how to even start. “I’m not sure where to begin,” she admitted out loud.
“Start at the beginning,” Blade said.
“Right, well, that night at the club wasn’t the first time that I’ve seen Bruce,” she almost whispered.
“What?” Wren asked. “You said that you hadn’t seen him before.”
“I kind of lied about that,” Trixie admitted. She hated the disappointment that she saw in her best friend’s eyes as Wren stared back at her.
“Kind of or you actually lied?” Blade asked cutting to the chase.
“I lied,” Trixie admitted. “I’m sorry, but I was too embarrassed to admit the truth.”
“What exactly is the truth then, Trixie?” Blade asked. He had stood from his seat and started pacing in front of her.
“Can you please sit down? You are making me nervous,” Trixie said.
“No, I need to think and when I think, I pace. Now, get to it—what exactly is the truth?” Blade asked.
“The truth is, I met Bruce at a company party. My boss forced me to go out with him and Bruce was at the party. I hadn’t seen him before that night. I had too much to drink, and he wasn’t half bad-looking, so when he asked me to dance, I agreed. When the night was over, I came to my senses and told him that I wouldn’t be going home with him as he had asked me to, and I left. I thought that he was a nice guy, but I was wrong.”
“How did you find out that he wasn’t a nice guy, Trixie?” Blade growled.
“He followed me home and tried to push his way into my condo. I had to call the cops and they tried to convince me to file a protective order against him, but Bruce begged me not to. He said he’d lose his job and promised to leave me alone, but that was a lie too.”
“Let me guess, that’s when he started stalking you,” Bruce said.
“Yes,” Trixie whispered. “He showed up to my condo almost nightly. I had to call the police quite a few times, but I never got up the nerve to put in a restraining order against him. It got so bad that I finally had to tell my boss that I wasn’t coming into the office anymore. That’s when I started working from home.”
“That was four months ago,” Wren said. “This guy has been stalking you for four months?”
“Six, actually,” Trixie admitted. “He’s been stalking me for six months.”
“Jesus Christ, Trixie,” Blade growled. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell us about this when we were at Savage Hell? This changes everything.” She knew that he was right to be mad at her, but she hoped like hell that her admission didn’t change Blade's wanting to help her. If he threw her out of his house, she’d have to go back to her condo, put it back together, and figure out how to stop Bruce from breaking in again. She wouldn’t be able to keep herself safe and that scared the hell out of her.
“I’m sorry,” she cried. “I wanted to tell you everything, but I felt like such a fool. I thought he was a nice guy and honestly, I liked him. That’s why I led him on, but when I came to my senses and told him good night, he went a little psycho.”
“Why did you tell him good night?” Wren asked.
“What do you mean?” Trixie asked.
“Well, you said that you came to your senses and got rid of him. What had you changing your mind about him?” she asked. Leave it to her best friend to get down to the nitty-gritty of the topic.
Trixie thought about lying to them both about why she put Bruce off, but she was finally telling them the truth, and she should just get it all out, right? Right. “I changed my mind about Bruce because he wasn’t Blade.” There, she had said it—all of it and now, there would be no taking it back.
“I’m sorry, what?” Blade asked. He sunk into the chair that he first occupied and stared her down. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, even when Wren squealed and clapped, going on about knowing that Trixie had a crush on her brother. She was on the right track, but what Trixie felt for Blade was so much more than just a crush. She had been in love with him for years now, not that she was quite ready to admit that to either of them.
“Is she right?” Blade asked. “Do you have a crush on me, Trixie?”
She almost wanted to laugh at the way he used the word, “Crush.” Who would have a crush on a big, bad biker? “Well, it started that way when I was a kid, but I’m not a kid anymore, Blade.” He looked her body over, making her feel warm everywhere that his eyes gazed.
“And now,” he gulped, “how do you feel about me, Trixie?” She wasn’t quite sure how to answer him. Did she tell him that she wanted him? Did she admit to being in love with him, even though he might not be ready to hear that truth from her?
“Um, how about the two of you discuss this at another time?” Wren asked. “You know when I’m not here to have to listen in on this very private conversation? Plus, I think that your friend is here.” She nodded to the front window where Trixie saw another biker parking his bike next to Blade’s pickup truck. He had more tattoos than Blade, but the guy was leaner than him. She always liked that Blade looked like he could pick her up with ease and toss her over his shoulder, even given the fact that she wasn’t a tiny woman. In fact, some people considered her to be in the plus-sized category, but that never bothered her. Some men even seemed to like her curves and she knew just how to show them off in tight sweaters and fitted jeans. She loved the way that her pumps always seemed to showcase her calves and she usually never left home without them.
“Yeah, that’s Yonkers. We will finish this conversation later,” he said, looking at Trixie. She didn’t control her shiver as she stood and nodded. All she could do was stand there speechless as she watched Blade walk out Wren’s front door to meet Yonkers on the front porch.
“I knew it,” Wren whispered. “I knew that you liked my brother. All these years, you never really dated anyone, and I always thought that it was because you liked Blade. Well, that or that you were a lesbian, and I’d be fine with either—you know that right?”
