Page 31 of The Good Girl

I’m enjoying myself, but when the temperature drops, I start feeling the cold. Havoc must feel me shivering because he slows down and pulls off the main road onto one lined by trees. It’s bumpier, making me hold on tighter, but at least it’s not as cold now.

About thirty minutes later, I feel the first drops of rain, and as fun as this has been, I don’t want to ride in the rain. When we finally stop, I lift my head and see a pretty little cabin nestled within the trees. It almost looks like something out of a fairy tale.

Havoc climbs off first and holds out his hand to help me off. But my legs feel like jelly, and I’m not sure I can stand up on my own anymore. Havoc must realize the problem because he sweeps me up into his arms and carries me to the cabin.

“What is this place? Do you know who lives here?”

He turns the handle, and the door creaks open.

“Who leaves their door unlocked like that?” I ask in shock.

“There’s no one around for miles in any direction. No need to worry about locking doors.”

“You’ve clearly never seen the movieCabin in the Woods.”

Chapter Seven

Havoc

Iset her down on her feet and watch as she takes in the cabin. It’s not going to win any awards, but it was just what my grandfather needed after my grandmother died. A place where he could live out the rest of his days in peace as he waited until he could join her once more. I find the same peace here that he did. Driller never gave a damn about our grandfather once he retreated from the world. Hell, I don’t even think he knows about this place, which works in my favor now. Especially as he would likely have just sold the place like he did my father’s bike.

“This might be the most adorable place I’ve ever seen,” she says.

The cabin has an open floor plan downstairs, featuring a country-style kitchen with aged oak countertops and modern appliances. The living area has an overstuffed sectional facing a huge TV mounted on the wall above the fireplace. Next to the sofa, there’s a small end table with a lamp on top, and a colorful rug covers the floor. A round oak dining table and four chairs make up the small dining area off to the side. And a wall ofwindows runs the length of the cabin, letting in lots of light and making the place feel warm and inviting.

Upstairs, above the kitchen, is the bedroom. There’s no wall—just a railing—so you can see the large bed from down here. Beside it, there’s a closet, and the bathroom’s in the far back corner on the other side.

“Go take a look around.”

“I don’t want to invade someone’s house like that, it’s?—”

“Mine. My grandfather left it to me when he died.”

She turns to look at me, her mouth open to ask something, but she snaps it shut again.

“What?”

“It’s none of my business.”

“There’s nothing you can ask me that’s off-limits, unless it’s club business.”

She bites her lip, looking unsure, before she braces herself. “I heard you were married and lived in another state?”

“That all you heard?”

“That and that you’d been away from the club for five years, I’m assuming you went nomad?”

I evade answering that question for now but have no problem telling her the rest.

“I had an old lady, but we never got married. I wanted to. I just thought we’d have more time, and I wanted to give her the wedding of her dreams. Turns out we had different dreams all along.”

“I’m sorry.”

I shrug. “I’m not. I’m just glad I found out who she really was before we got married and had kids. It was partly my fault anyway. I think I was in love with who she used to be, not who she became.”

She nods before looking back at the room.

“Ah, fuck. We left your laptop in your car. I’ll go back and grab it.”

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