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She stole from me.

She took credit cards out in my name.

She hit on Harper, thinking he and I were hooking up. That was before she learned he was gay.

She spread rumors about me. She spread a few about Aly.

There were so many other things, too many.

I wasn’t here for her. I needed to remember that.

She watched me, waiting. In her way, she was asking for forgiveness, or maybe she was just asking to be let back in, but… I wasn’t here for her.

I took a breath, pushed back from the counter, and slid off the stool.

I looked around the bar.

That’s when I saw him, at the back.

My eyes caught his immediately, and everything went blank for a full beat.

Shane King.

Connor’s friend. Connor’s “brother.”

He stood in the doorway of the back section, holding a beer. He looked like he’d been waiting for me to notice him. Once I saw him, he took a step back and walked outside.

The door shut behind him.

Well, alrighty then. Seemed he was waiting for me.

I didn’t look at my sister as I said, “I gotta go.”

I heard her suck in a breath.

And as I walked past the bar, making my way to the back, I didn’t look at my mother either.

I tried to ignore that I felt her watching me the whole time too.

As I stepped outside I heard, “Took you long enough.”

SHANE

Gloves’ sister. I still couldn’t believe it.

I remembered her, remembered her crushing on me from afar. Fuck. Connor knew. He’d teased me at times, but only because he knew I’d never touch her. But damn, I wanted to.

She was all grown. All woman. Long fucking legs.

Her body was strong. She was slender, but she had some meat. I loved that. I didn’t like fucking someone I could break, but her? She looked like she could handle rough. She looked like she’d give it right back.

But, fuck. Fuck, man.

With what we were going to ask Connor to do, I couldn’t do what I wanted with her. Not really. She’d kill me, and she’d have every right.

We were going to ask Connor to do it anyway. Hated it. But there was no one else.

The way she showed up to her mom’s bar—all defiant and pissed off—she wasn’t thinking of me as a biker. I was that guy she remembered from school, and she was pissed at me.

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