Page 7 of Inferno

Heaving a sigh, I walk around the couch, grab the trash, and stomp to the kitchen where I deposit it into the trash. I’m so focused on getting rid of the evidence of my bad night that I don’t realize I’ve thrown away the spoon, too.

“Dammit,” I mutter as I reach into the can to retrieve it and toss it into the sink.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she comments dryly.

“I didn’t sleep well,” I admit.

“You must have gotten some sleep,” she says. “It’s almost noon, and I’m pretty sure I woke your ass up.”

I level my gaze on hers and shake my head. “It’s not noon.”

She pulls her cell out of her pocket, presses the side button to make the screen light up, and then turns it to show me. “Yeah, it is.”

“Shit.” I thrust a hand through my hair. “I never sleep this late.”

“Must’ve needed it.”

“Yeah, okay. Remind me why you’re here. Do we have plans?”

Steph patiently smiles. “We were supposed to go out to lunch and shopping since we both have the day off for once.”

“Right, um, sorry.” I move toward the stairs. “Gimme twenty to shower and get dressed.”

“No rush.”

Thirty minutes later, we’re walking out the front door to my car.

“What’re you thinking for lunch?” I ask as I back out of the driveway.

Steph shrugs. “Doesn’t matter to me.”

I glare at her when I pull up to the stop sign. “If I wanted to spend hours being indecisive about a meal, I’d get myself a man.”

“Mexican,” she suggests.

“Works for me.”

We both end up ordering tacos and devouring them like we’re starving. As we’re walking to the counter to pay, a loud rumble fills the air. I glance out the window and see several bikers pull their Harleys into two parking spaces.

Returning my attention to the women checking us out, I put the men out of my mind.

“Hot damn,” Steph comments, excitement in her tone. “Sons of Anarchy, here I come.”

I laugh as I elbow her. “Keep your pants on.”

“You’re no fun,” she pouts.

We move toward the exit, and when I open the door to step outside, a bear of a man is blocking my path. I let my gaze travel from his chest to his face, and a spark of familiarity tingles through me as our eyes lock.

“Excuse me,” he says, his voice deep.

One of his friends pulls him out of my way. “Give the lady some room, Inferno,” he says.

Inferno?

I quickly move past the men, my arm brushing against Inferno’s. Lightning seems to strike again as the sparks intensify. I’m not able to place him, but that doesn’t seem to have any effect on my body. My pussy clenches, and I mentally chastise myself for the involuntary reaction.

He’s just a man. Get yourself together.

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