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“Yes, ma’am, congratulations. Goodbye.”

I turned and walked back down the steps toward my bike. Firing up my bike, I sped off. With nowhere to go, I just rode around for a while and circled back to Becca’s street. I had to see her for myself. Had to know she was happy.

I sat on my bike for hours that first night without ever getting a glimpse of her. The next day was more of the same. On the third day, I finally saw her. A car pulled up in the driveway and a man got out. He was big. Becca climbed out of the other side.

The douchebag didn’t even open her door for her.

I saw her smile at him when she walked round the back of the car. He held out his hand, and she took it. My gaze followed him as he leaned down and kissed her cheek and together, they walked up the steps and knocked on the door.

When I saw her mother open the door, she smiled, hugging them both. Her mother almost never smiled, and I never saw her hug Becca. They stepped into the house and before closing the door, her mother looked over to where I sat. She knew I was out here. She raised an eyebrow in silent question, and I fired up my bike and drove off.

“I didn’t go back to Diamond Creek. I couldn’t live there without you. Heading south, I wandered around until I met Jack and the Silver Shadows. When King needed a location to open the new chapter, I figured if you wouldn’t go back, I could hide out there and never risk running into you and your husband and any kids you may have.”

I held my breath, waiting to see how she would react.

“That bitch. She fucking lied to you.” Becca jumped up from the ground and started pacing. “That guy was Michael. My stepbrother.”

“The guy that had his fucking arm around you at the funeral.” I growled.

“Yes. Michael and I are close, don’t get me wrong.”

I growled again, not wanting to hear about Michael.

“Stop growling at me. You know you have been doing that since I met you. Looking back over the last few weeks, I don’t know how I didn’t know it was you. You haven’t fucking changed a bit.”

I chuckled as I stood up. “You certainly have. You and your dirty mouth.” I pulled her over to me. “Give me that mouth.”

This was it, the moment that told me if we had a future to work toward. She smiled, leaned up on her toes, and pressed her lips to mine.

My chest rumbled as I deepened the kiss. Splaying my hand across her back, I drew her close, pressing my dick against her belly. My other hand slid up the back of her neck into her hair, holding her in place.

“I’m never letting you go, baby. Tell me you forgive me.”

“I want to.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Blade

“I’m never letting you go, baby. Tell me you forgive me.”

“I want to,” she said, stepping back out of my embrace. “Why didn’t you tell me that first day? Or the first time you kissed me? Or when I told you how I felt about you? Maybe before you took my fucking virginity?” she yelled, her voice getting louder with each question she asked.

Yeah, I knew she would not let this go. It wasn’t in her nature. She dug and dug until she uncovered every morsel of information she needed.

“The first time I saw you at The Diner, I was so shocked to see you. I believed your mother and thought you were with Michael. That pissed me off,” I retorted, turning my back on her so she couldn’t see how broken I was at that thought.

“Michael is gay.” She stopped me with her statement.

Whipping around, I looked back at her.

“What?”

“Michael is gay,” she repeated. “Not only is he my stepbrother and the only good thing I ever got from my mother, because she married Chris, but he is one hundred percent gay. He likes men.”

I stared at her, my mouth hanging open.

I tried to reconcile the big burly linebacker I met at the funeral with someone who enjoyed taking dick up the ass. Not that I cared. I mean, I had a few acquaintances that batted for the same team. It was just a shock.

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