Page 29 of Bloom: Part 2

“Yeah, I told you I’d be there all the time. Didn’t you believe me?”

I breathed out deeply, relaxing in the seat. I hadn’t known what to make of Logan’s proposal that I recuperate at the clubhouse. Doubts had crept in, but maybe I was overreacting.

“You’d never lie to me, would you, Logan?”

Logan glanced in the rearview mirror. “Son of a bitch. What are they doing here?”

Motorcycle engines roared as we pulled onto the main road. I twisted around, pressing a hand against the window to get a better look. About a dozen of my brothers, decked out in their leather and colors, surrounded Logan’s car like a convoy.

“Where the hell did they come from?”

I grinned. Just hearing the gunning motorcycles made my heart speed up. I missed my bike. Had anyone ridden her while I was away?

“Looks like we have an escort. Crowe must’ve arranged it. Isn’t it great?”

“I guess.”

Logan sounded less than enthusiastic about the motorcade. He was gripping the steering wheel tight, and his lips were stretched into a thin line. Had I done something wrong?

Crowe.

When he’d called me last night, he’d sounded hesitant, as though hiding something from me. He’d even asked about my relationship with Logan and if I was sure I wanted to be with him. We’d almost fought when he told me I needed to resume my sessions with Dr. Simms.

“Logan, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He squeezed my hand. “It’s nice the bikers look out for you. I’m glad you have them.”

He was lying.

“You don’t mean that, do you?”

“I do. Bloom, let’s not talk about anything that’s going to ruin the day. You’re going home, and that’s all that matters.”

“Did Crowe do something while I was in the hospital? Logan, you gotta tell me. He’s like a brother to me, but he has no right to interfere in our relationship. I’m not going to break up with you.”

“Wait—what? Is that what he told you to do? To break up with me? The son of a bitch.”

“I’m so fucking lost. What the hell is going on between you and Crowe? I don’t want you to fight. You’re both important to me.”

“What if you had to choose between us?”

I sagged against the door. “What do you mean, choose?”

“I’m sorry, Bloom. That came out wrong. I don’t want to talk about this, okay? Let’s just drop it.”

“But what do you mean, choose? Do you hate him that much?”

“I don’t hate him,” he gritted out, not making much of a convincing argument. “He just gets under my skin.”

“But Crowe’s nice to everybody.”

“Except me because I’m with you.”

“So why doyounot like him?”

“It’s a foolish reason.”

“Logan, talk to me, please.”

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