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Growing up as an only child, she would love to have a relationship with her brother now. But it hurt too much. His rejection was personal.

Wire kissed her neck. "I need to switch out the oil on my Harley. Afterward, how about we go for a ride?"

She nodded. Maybe getting away from the house and feeling the wind on her face would make her feel better.

"I'd like that." She inhaled deeply. "I'll change my clothes."

She wore the shorts and sweatshirt she'd slipped on after her shower that morning. The weather had shifted in the last couple of weeks. The days were overcast and chilly. They were lucky to get a day when it wasn't drizzling out.

Wire spent a lot of time waiting for a break in the weather before riding. In California, rain was never a problem. But on the coast of Oregon, there was a lot of wetness.

"Give me thirty minutes or so." He slapped her ass.

Her stomach warmed, despite her crappy mood. She was thankful for Wire.

Throughout the summer, he'd been the bright spot in her life. She'd fallen in love with him before she was ready for a relationship—and she couldn't stop now.

Friday was her last day at Whale's Tail. She'd started the summer, knowing her time with Wire would stop once the tourist season ended, and she left Seaglass Cove.

While Wire had bought her a car and asked her to stay, she wasn't sure if that was a permanent deal. He hadn't talked about the future with her.

She'd found her brother, and that hadn't worked out.

Havlin Motorcycle Club had ended the trouble surrounding them. Rush was completely healed.

There was no reason for Wire to protect her anymore.

She hoped he still felt the same and wanted her. But her brother rejected her, and blood relatives weren't supposed to abandon each other.

What would keep Wire from changing his mind about her? She'd leave with a broken heart if he let her walk away.

It would take her a lifetime, and even then, she wasn't sure she'd ever recover. He owned half her heart. He was the first man to accept her for who she was and showed her each day how much he enjoyed being with her.

Yet, he hadn't made any promises about their future together.

He'd moved her into the house because he wanted her and wasn't ready to let her go—and vice versa with her. She stuck out her lower lip and blew her hair off her forehead.

Between her attraction to Wire and starting a sexual relationship, they'd dealt with club and personal business. It was time for her to lay everything out in front of her and tell him how she felt.

Pulling a hoodie over her head, she walked to the garage. Life seemed too precious to waste.

She needed to tell him everything.

She went through the kitchen and pushed out the garage door. "Wire?"

A tool clattered on the concrete floor, and Wire straightened from his crouched position beside his motorcycle. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head, walking to him. She slid her hands underneath his vest as soon as she reached him. "I need to tell you something."

"Shoot." He picked up the rag on his motorcycle seat and wiped his hands off.

When his hands settled on her hips, she crossed her toes and promised to put everything out in the open. She wasn't going to take any chance of losing him.

"Friday is my last day at work." She pursed her lips and exhaled slowly. "We've had a lot going on and haven't had time to talk." She gazed into his eyes. "Being with you all summer has changed my world, honey."

"Babe." He frowned. "Don't."

"Please, I need to tell you everything." She stood taller. "I'm not sure what was going through my head when I met you, but I can tell you I wasn't looking for a hot-guy summer."

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