Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Don’t go too close,” Ciara hisses. “He’ll see.”
“Yeah,” Serenity throws in. “Stop driving like a bat out of hell, Addi.”
“Only way.” Addison grins. “He’s not getting away this time. That bitch better ride fast if he wants to lose me.”
Oh, man.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
“If we give ourselves away, we’ll lose this chance,” Ciara points out.
“Pipe down, chachi,” Addi sings. “I’ve got this.”
Sweet Jesus.
I should know better than to let these girls take the lead when it comes to something like this, because they’re unwavering in their loyalty and will have my back until the very last moment. Club or not, they are always on my side. I never had that when I was married to Derek, and none of the other old ladies ever gave me the time of day. I was always an outcast.
In this club, I’m part of them.
“Don’t kill us,” I say, rubbing my hands together. “I’d like to get home in one piece.”
“I’m an excellent driver,” Addi murmurs, her eyes focused on the road as she overtakes another car to get closer to Muff.
“Judging by the maneuver you just pulled, I’m not so sure,” Serenity says, her eyes wide.
“You have no faith in me. Just trust me.”
Staring at the biker ahead, my heart slams against my ribcage.
I agreed to this, because a big part of me desperately needs to know what he’s doing, but the other part, the scared part, is terrified of the answer. What if it’s something we can’t come back from? What if it destroys everything and I forever regret not just letting it go? Am I making the right decision? I don’t know.
“You’re over thinking,” Serenity leans over, whispering in my direction. “Stop.”
“I finally found my happy place,” I say to her, meeting her gaze. “You know, better than anyone, how hard things have been. If I lose him...”
She takes my hand. “You won’t. I promise.”
I hope she’s right.
God, do I hope she’s right.
6 – Muff
“I LOVE YOU.”
Her words play over and over in my mind as I think about the way her soft eyes roamed my face, or the way her sweet fucking lips closed over mine. I love her, in a way that is gripping and unwavering, but my mind is a mess. I’m confused, I’m still in some kind of shock, and I need to figure this out before it turns my world upside down.
Why the fuck do I feel guilty about being with Janine, when I thought Harper was dead?
I didn’t do a single thing wrong, yet I feel like the biggest fucking asshole on the planet.
Like I’m letting them both down.
I hate lying. I fucking hate it.
Having to tell Janine I’m going out of town because someone died, was the worst of me. I have never felt so fucking disgusted in myself as I did in that moment. I lied straight to her face, and, worse, I lied about something that should never be lied about. This is fucking wrecking me, and I need to take some time to work it out.
I’m staying in a hotel a few towns over for a week, maybe more, until I can figure out this shit with Harper. When I do, I’ll talk to Janine. I know she won’t take it well, hell, she’s going to fucking lose it when she finds out I’ve lied to her, but right now, it’s the only way. I still haven’t wrapped my mind around the fact that Harper is alive.
That alone is something I’m struggling to even process.
The way I felt when she was declared dead is a feeling I can remember so starkly. It was soul crushing and I never, not for a single fuckin’ second, thought my life would be okay again. I had nothing to live for, and I was so certain I’d never feel about another woman, the way I felt about her. Then I met Janine, and I was proved wrong. She showed me that I could feel that way again.
But in my mind, Harper was dead.
There was simply no choice.
Now...there is.
Pulling my bike to a stop outside the same large house, I throw my leg over and stare up at it.
Seeing her again took the air clean out of my lungs.
It was like seeing a ghost, and yet, at the same time, as if nothing had changed.
The problem is, everything has changed.
We’re not kids anymore, we’re not young lovers wanting to take off into the world together. Shit has happened, shit that changes a person. I don’t know if either of us will ever be those people again. Yet seeing her, sitting there, smiling at me, took me back to a time when she was my whole fucking world.
The same officer greets me at the door, and I walk inside, down the hall and to the room where she will be sitting, by the window, staring out, her eyes taking in the beautiful view.