Page 54 of His Other Half

"I have a problem with them if you do or don't do them around me. I've seen people waste their life on them."

"Then, I won't do them."

She pursed her lips. "I don't think it works like that."

"It does with me." He approached her. "I'm not going to promise not to have a beer or some whiskey and light up a joint, but I'll stay away from the powder."

She looked up into his eyes. "It's not my position to tell you to stop."

"You're not telling me, sweetheart. It's my decision." He kissed her. "I'm going to step out and have a smoke, talk to Chrischris, and warm up my Harley. Give Cami a call or whatever you have to do to ask her if she wants to tag along, then we'll figure out if you're driving to the clubhouse or riding on the back of my bike with me."

"I'll call her and then take a quick shower." She stepped to the dresser to grab her clothes. "Paco?"

He stuck his head back in the room. "Yeah?"

"Thanks for staying with me last night and telling me the truth." She bit her tongue, keeping herself from saying any more.

She'd need to think over what he told her about falling in love with her, for trespassing in her apartment, for reading her journal. It was hard to justify what he'd done, breaking her privacy, but she couldn't excuse the real danger of Askook holding her captive, believing he owned her.

"I'd walk through hell for you, sweetheart."

If Paco hadn't snooped, she had no idea what would've happened to her. The thought of not getting away from her was too frightening to imagine.

"We'll figure out how to deal with you staying here or at my place after I talk to Priest," he said.

"The president of your club?"

"Yeah."

She forced a smile in understanding, but she was clueless how things were done inside Tarkio Motorcycle Club. "You're not going to tell him about what I wrote...are you?"

"Never." Paco's gaze softened, then he pointed at her and ducked out of sight. Her stomach fluttered. There were so many things she wanted to know about him.

But she couldn't shake the feeling that their time was limited.

That his sweet words to her were a cushion for the bad news that was coming.

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