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Wolf must have seen that thought in my eyes because he added, “We weren’t compatible at all. We never should have married—but…”

“Oh, you can’t end a sentencethatway.” Otherwise, I would die from curiosity.

“I don’t want you to think less of me—but it was a relationship that was based on nothing more than sexual attraction. And it didn’t help that I was a prospect in the MC, so it took up all my time. She wound up seeking love elsewhere—and she found it.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling bad that I’d made him talk about an old wound.

“Don’t be. It was a long time ago, and I wasn’t the best husband.”

The next words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. “What about marriage number two?”

He chuckled, his warm eyes almost caressing me. “Same thing. Only I’d moved up from prospect to patch, meaning the club needed me more than ever.”

“So your second wife cheated on you too?”

“No. She left long before that.”

“I don’t get it, and I don’t care what you say. You’re a good guy, Wolf. I don’t get why they left you.”

“When you’re married to your job, your wife might not like it too much.”

I had so many questions…but decided against it. This seemed like it might be a bit of a touchy subject—so I decided to change it a bit. “Well…this is a nice place, Wolf.”

“It’s probably too big for just me but I’ve grown used to it.”

“Dude!” Pedro yelled across the room.

I giggled. “He can’t shout like that in the apartments. At least not this late at night.”

“Yep. Another reason I love this place.”

We were quiet for a few seconds, and I sensed that if I was going to ask my burning question, I’d get no better chance. But the time didn’t feel right. Even though so many of our conversations were easy and natural, I didn’t want to put a damper on things. Maybe I could ask him later—but just the fact that he’d invited the band over to hang told me we were likely filling an empty space.

As Wolf and I both moved closer to the couch to watch the game play, I thought maybe that was the end of our time together.

But I was so wrong.

CHAPTER 17

Later that evening, after Kyle had left for work, Pedro and Adrian shut off the game. “Thanks for having us over, dude,” Pedro said. “Unfortunately, real duty calls.”

“I get it.”

“Uh…canyougive Hayley a ride back to the apartments? It’s too far to walk.”

And way too cold.

Wolf said, “I’d be happy to.”

Riding on the back of his bike, wrapping my arms around him again sounded like a dream come true. Hoping I didn’t sound too giddy, I said, “Thanks.”

Once our bassist and drummer were out the door, letting in a blast of cold air, I wanted to make something very clear.

“You don’t have to take me home yet. I’m not done with my beer.”

“Good, ‘cause we barely had a chance to talk.”

Oh, God. My heart started beating faster. Hoping my voice sounded light, I said, “Kinda hard over those rowdy boys.”

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