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“Legend, I want you running point on finding this Brodrick fucker. Use your contacts, track his digital footprint. Nobody steals from one of ours and gets away with it,” Viper adds.

Legend nods at me. Thank fuck. He was a bounty hunter before he got locked up. Tracking down assholes who don’t want to be found is his specialty.

“Before anyone takes off,” Sparrow says, “we’ve got another run to Jacksonville coming up.” He looks to Legend, adding, “Last one for a while.” It was common knowledge that Legend was concerned about his PO who’d been sniffing around lately. I have to admit, I’m glad the club is taking precautions.

“Thanks, Veep.”

Sparrow’s eyes then turn to me. “You’ll be on this one. Me, you, and Knox.”

“When?” I ask, already mentally preparing for what I’ll need for the trip.

“Two days,” Knox answers.

“Easy.”

I look over at Viper. “Yeah?”

“Your woman,” he says, his expression serious. “She's your responsibility now. Make sure she understands what that means.”

I nod, understanding the weight of his words. Being mine means she’s my responsibility. “I’ll make sure she knows,” I promise.

Viper bangs the gavel, and just like that, everyone has their orders, and the meeting is over.

As I walk out to my bike, I can't help but smile.

Not only is the club taking Lexi’s back, but I got myself an old lady.

Now all I have to do is figure out how to explain it her.

Chapter Eleven

Lexi

With my elbows on the counter and my cheeks in my hands, I stare at the steady stream of coffee goodness as it fills my cup.

Shawn's note is crumpled on the bar behind me; it feels like a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off.

Gone to the clubhouse. Stay here. I'll bring back breakfast.

-E

What does it mean that he wasn’t here when I woke up? Did he wake up with regrets? Should I leave before he gets back?

I scrub my palms across my face and growl. “Get out of your head.”

The machine sputters, pushing the last of the dark coffee goodness into my cup. Thank the gods! Wrapping my hands around the warm mug, I take a small sip and sigh.

“It’ll be fine,” I whisper, still talking to myself, still trying to sort through the tangle of emotions coursing through me.

The sound of the front door opening makes my heart leap. He’s back. I turn just as Shawn saunters into the kitchen with a brown paper bag from Dori's clutched in one hand. He drops it on the counter and comes straight for me, not even breaking stride.

His mouth claims mine in a deep, wet kiss that has my toes curling against the tile floor. He tastes like coffee and something else that’s all him, and I melt into it, my free hand finding his chest.

When he pulls back, I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. “Hi.”

“Morning, baby.” His thumb traces my bottom lip, his eyes dark with want.

The intensity of how much I missed him hits me hard. We've known each other for what—three days? And already I'm acting like some lovesick teenager who can't go two hours without seeing his face or hearing his voice.

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