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I stared at him for a few beats before I finally uncrossed my arms and stood, heading back towards his room. Once inside, he shut the door and walked toward me.

I put my chin out, but he still backed me against the wall. My stupid body was reacting all wrong. My nipples pebbled as his cut brushed against them through the thin material of my shirt, and his scent surrounded me.

“Why are you pouting, Daisy?” His question was low, and he was close enough for his breath to dance over my face. He still smelled like caramel.

“I’m not pouting. I’m mad. There’s a difference.”

This asshole kissed my forehead. Like that would work. Okay, maybe it did a little, but I wouldn’t tell him. “I know you’re bored. And I know you have questions. But I can’t tell you some things. I need you to trust me.”

“Club business, right?” This was what Jeannie and Mama Hen tried to explain.

“Yes.”

I turned my head. Now I was pouting a little. “Whatever. But why does Lacy get to stay at the clubhouse and I have to come here? You won’t let me get a job and drag me around like a toy.”

He grabbed my face and turned me to look at him. “You’re not a toy. You know that. I’m trying to protect you, Daisy.”

“From what? The clubhouse is probably safer than here.”

“But I’m not there all the time.”

“You can’t be with me all the time.”

He let my face go and blew out a sigh. “You’re right. There’s gonna be times I can’t be with you. So, when I can, I want you with me.”

“Falcon, I love being around you. But I deserve space and to work if I want.” I’d always taken care of myself. And after everything with Tony, I needed to know I had some say in my life.

His hazel eyes danced over my face. “You do. But we’ll have to table this for now. I have another client coming and I need to clean up.”

He stood and stared so I shrugged. “What?”

“You gonna let me kiss you now?”

Damn this man. Of course I was. I stood on my toes and tilted my head up. He pressed his lips to mine in a chaste kiss. “I’m sorry we can’t resolve this now, but we will. I don’t want you to think I’m blowing this off, Daisy.”

I slipped my hands beneath his cut and pulled him close. “I know and I understand. I don’t expect your clients to wait for me.”

“If you really wanted them to, I’d make them.”

I believed he would. But I didn’t want to be that girl. Maybe later I could help him understand that he was being that girl.

Chapter 30

Falcon

After a long day–only two clients but the second was a long session–we finally headed home. I wanted to fall into bed and bury myself inside my woman. Especially since I knew I had a long ride ahead. But she didn’t know about that yet.

We also had to discuss her working. I didn’t give a fuck if she wanted to strip, but right now I wasn’t sure what was safe aside from her being with me. I had a bad feeling but couldn’t put my finger on what. Every time I thought of her being away from me or the clubhouse, something nagged at me. My gut hasn’t steered me wrong yet, and I didn’t plan to start testing it on her.

I’d have to explain things in a way she’d get it without giving up too much information. I understood her feelings, but she couldn’t know all the details.

Knowing I’d be making a run soon, I found myself holding her tighter and closer. I squeezed her hand at my chest nearly the whole way home. My phone buzzed in my pocket so, at a red light not far from the clubhouse, I finally pulled my hand from hers and fished it out to check it.

Church in half an hour.

I replied and shoved it back into my pocket before the light turned green again. Once it did, I grabbed her hand again, hoping it wouldn’t mean a fight. As soon as we got back, I’d have to head to church, and our conversation would have to wait.

Once we had pulled in and were both off the bike, I grabbed her hand and led her inside.

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