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“Prez is right, Ev. This seems more personal. I just can’t tell if it’s more personal toward you or the club. You okay?” Zeke asks while wrapping an arm around my shoulder. Before I can respond, a loud rumbling erupts from Cain, who looks like he’s about a second away from skinning Zeke alive.

Smirking with his hands in the air as he backs up to where he was originally standing, Zeke says, “Sorry, Prez. You know she’s the closest thing I have to a sister. I’ll keep it in check, though.”

Uh, what was that?

Deciding it’s better to just ignore that little exchange for now I answer Zeke, “Yeah, I’m alright. Just a little weirded out that someone has been scoping out my place. I don’t like feeling like I’m being watched.”

“We’re going to catch the fucker, hellcat. And he’s going to pay,” Cain vowed.

“Thanks. I appreciate it. I have some work to get done, so I’m going to leave you all to do whatever it is you’re about to do,” I say before I head inside the barn.

I keep things very clean around here. To avoid any sort of dog hair or really anything getting on the plants or bud, I had a shower installed in the barn. This allows me to clean off and change into my dirty whore leggings and tank. After securing my hair in a tight bun on my head, I make my way toward the glass door that leads to the plants.

“Want some help?” a voice I’m beginning to know all too well sounds from behind me. How did he follow me in here and I didn’t even notice? For being so large, the man sure moves quietly.

“I’m alright, thanks. I know you have things going on out there.” I wave my hand towards the door.

“It doesn’t take 4 guys to install cameras, babe.”

Sighing in defeat as I realize that I’m probably not going to be able to get rid of him like I wanted, I ask, “Do you have a change of clothes? You can’t come in here with what you’ve been wearing all over the place.”

“Always keep a change in my saddle bag, hellcat.” The bastard has the nerve to smirk. I’m sure he fucking does keep a change of clothes. Probably so he can get whatever skank’s cheap perfume off of him when he’s done. I can’t figure out why I’m getting so mad over some guy that isn’t even mine. And I hate it. I hate it so much. But seeing Candy in his lap, climbing all over him, is burned into my brain. I never thought I was a jealous person, but in that moment, I was. Hell, I obviously still am.

“It’s not for what you think, hellcat,” Cain says softly. I open my mouth to try to say that it doesn’t matter and he doesn’t owe me any explanation, but he beats me to the punch. “I never know what might happen or if I might be needed somewhere. Saves me some time to be prepared if something goes to shit.”

He offered me reassurance without even asking.

And I liked that.

I liked that a lot.

And I hate that I like it.

“You don’t owe me an explanation, Cain, but thank you,” I reply just as softly. Even though I hate all of the mixed signals I’ve been getting, I can’t seem to work up the courage to ruin the moment. “There’s a shower right over there if you want to rinse off before changing and coming in.”

I don’t wait for a reply before I enter the area with my plant babies, the glass door slamming shut behind me. It isn’t long before Cain follows.

We work in silence. And by silence, I mean the only sound is the sexy, soothing sound of David Draiman playing in the background. What can I say? The man can sing and has songs for any mood.

I thought I was going to need to show Cain what to do, but he came inside confident as always and went right to work, starting on the opposite end of me. I guess gun-running bikers probably know their way around plants.

As much as I hate asking for help, I can’t deny that it feels nice having someone here helping me. I’ve never had an issue with being alone, but the more I think about it, the more I think I might be a little lonely.

Before I know it, someone is banging on the glass, scaring the shit out of me. I let out a scream as I fall flat on my ass from where I was just crouched. I glare up at Cain, who is currently looking down at me, laughing, with his hand outstretched. “Relax, hellcat. It’s just Scotch letting me know they’re done.”

Grabbing it, allowing him to pull me up, I grumble, “Right. Just wasn’t expecting that is all.”

The funny feeling that I got when I first shook his hand is still there. If anything, it’s more intense. I close my eyes as I take a second to just feel it. A light shiver runs through my body as I open my eyes to find his intense gaze locked on mine. Part of me thinks that there is no way this is one-sided because he still hasn’t let go of my hand. The only problem is that there is this little devil on my shoulder telling me he’s way out of my league.

I’m the one to break the contact as I take a step back. I need to get a fucking grip.

“Let me go see what’s going on.”

I nod in response. Thankful for the minute alone.

I collect all of the supplies we pulled out and start putting them away, deciding to deal with them tomorrow. I think the events of the last few days call for a little R&R.

A long, hot shower is calling my name since I didn’t get the bath I wanted last night. I just hope I don’t have a prospect following me around anymore. There are only two types of people in this world that you can feel one hundred percent comfortable doing whatever the fuck you want in your house without feeling awkward. Your significant other who you have already crossed that line with, or one of the ‘I can lay around the house in the same clothes as the day before, hair unbrushed in a messy bun, face not washed, all while stuffing my face to anything I can get my hands on’ friend.

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