Page 43 of Blue

Sully nodded. “You worried about Shae?”

I raked my fingers through my bangs, pushing them out of my eyes. “Always.”

“You being at the clubhouse will help convince her she belongs with the Hellers, too.” He leaned back in his chair and sipped his coffee. “Sometimes, we need a little motivation to do hard shit that we know is the right thing to do, even though it sucks. Even though it’s doing something you’ve never done before or giving up something you’ve always loved because you know it’s not good for you anymore.”

My brows furrowed, and my lips twitched with a smile as he continued to give himself a pep talk. “And maybe we don’t really want to do something. But we have to because we’re getting older. And if you think about what the changes mean for too long, you’ll find a reason to change your mind. And then you’re living with regrets.”

I was pretty sure he was referring to his position on the board.

“Sometimes, you just have to say fuck it and take a chance,” I said.

“A leap of faith.”

I nodded.

“When it comes to Shae, you don’t need to worry. While she’s here, I’ll take care of her. She’s one of my girls. Now that we got her back, I’m not going to let her go.”

I wasn’t either. “I’m taking her out tonight.”

“A date?”

I nodded, and Sully leaned forward. “She’s a good girl, just got herself a little lost.”

“We’ve all done shit we’re not proud of.”

He laughed. “You’re a Heller, Blue. Trouble is going to find you.”

I glanced to the hall. “She has.”

Kiss walked into the kitchen, and my fucking heart slammed against my ribs.

A pair of jeans rode low on her hips, molded to every one of her curves, and tucked into black and buckle riding boots. A T-shirt didn’t quite meet the waistband of her jeans but clung to her tits. A diamond in her bellybutton caught the light when she moved.

Sully stood and put his cup in the sink. Kiss crossed the room. The French braid twisting her hair swished against her back. “Thank you for letting me stay here.” She wrapped her arms around Sully. “I want to be there for you tonight,” she whispered, her eyes glossy with emotion. “I’m not ready to be back at the clubhouse.”

He kissed her forehead. “I love you, peanut.”

“I love you, too.”

The screen door opened, and Jazzy and Rogue came into the kitchen.

“Here.” Jazzy tossed Sully her motorcycle keys. “Take my bike. I’m riding with Rogue.”

Jazzy grabbed a couple of grapes from the bowl on the counter. Her blonde hair was tied up in a black bandana, black eyeliner rimmed her eyes, and her lips were blood red. She was fully sleaved in ink. With ripped jeans, a tight white tank top and her fucking heller cut, she wore her colors like a badass bitch.

She popped a grape into her mouth. “You know everyone will talk if you show up in a cage.”

“They’ll wonder if Heather finally has your balls in her purse.” Rogue leaned against the doorjamb, but his predatory gaze tracked Jazzy around the room. If Sully noticed the hickeys on her neck, he didn’t say shit. Jazzy might be patched, but she belonged to Rogue.

Sully slid his sunglasses over his eyes. “My old lady might not ride on the back of my bike, but she’s had my balls in her purse for thirty years.” He patted Kiss’s cheek. “When you’re ready, you’ll find your way back to the Hellers.”

Jazzy noticed my helmet. “If you guys are heading out, and you need a helmet, there’s one in the garage,” she said to Kiss.

Thirty seconds after they walked out of the kitchen, the rumble of Harleys faded into the distance. And we were alone.

“Are you ready?” I pulled my bike keys from my pocket.

While she grabbed a helmet from the garage, I checked the GPS. Did dinner come first on a date or after? Fuck if I knew. This was my first date. Not that I hadn’t been around girls, but Kiss had been the first girlI’d let get close. And she was still a thousand miles away from where I wished we were.

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