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“My name is Hail, babe, but my mom calls me Kevin.”

She looked over her shoulder at me. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, babe.”

“I like Hail better,” she confessed.

“Me, too, babe.”

She settled back into me and sighed. “What happens when we wake up, Hail?”

“Same as always, except I’ll be there.”

The only noise was our slow, steady breathing.

“I like that,” she whispered.

I like it, too.

A whole hell of a lot.

Chapter Six

Mary Jay

Running a few minutes late. Need to finish up some paperwork. I texted Hail. I turned off my car and looked around.

I’ll be waiting.

It had been two glorious weeks since I had literally been pushed into Hail’s world, and it had been fantastic.

But now I was thrust back into reality and back to taking care of my dad’s debts he had left behind.

Which also meant I had just lied to Hail.

I wasn’t stuck at work doing paperwork.

I was parked just one street away from my apartment, waiting for Trick.

A knock sounded on my window, and I jumped.

“Jesus, Trick,” I grumbled. I rolled down my window and glared at him. “Next time, give some warning before you scare the hell out of me.”

“You got it?” he asked bluntly.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the envelope from my passenger seat. “Same as always.”

He grabbed the envelope and counted the bills. “Always good doing business with you, Mary Jay. Hobbs appreciates your eagerness to handle this matter.”

The only thing I was eager about was getting the Broken Jokers MC out of my life. “Same time next month?” I asked.

He tapped the roof of my car. “Like clockwork, sugar. Enjoy your night.”

Trick headed down the street, and I took a deep breath.

Reality sucked.

Being wrapped up in Hail’s arms was way better than paying my dad’s debts in the middle of the night.

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