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Quiet for a moment, she blows out a tight breath and smiles weakly. “Do you think it will be better?”

“It will.” Bending to kiss her, tasting the powerfully fragrant orange that still coats her lips, my cock reacts out of instinct. “I’ll be right back. Get yourself a plate of lasagna.” Pulling away, I open the door.

Chapter 21

Ihadn’t even had achance to tell him about Tristan. The first thing out of Boyd’s mouth stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Johnson wants a meet.”

I ask the dumb question, “Why?”

“Fuck if I know, Boss. I have a funny feeling—”

I laugh. “We never do well when you have a funny feeling, Boyd.” Crossing to the bar fridge, I pull out two fresh beers.

“Johnson was pissed you weren’t around.” Handing one to Boyd, I twist the top off of my own.

I swig my beer. “No doubt.”

“We’ve talked him out of coming here so far, but it won’t last. They’ll show up at your door eventually. You can’t hide out here fucking and forgetting your club—”

“That’s what you think I’m doing?” I slam my beer on the toolbox beside me. “Trying to forget my responsibilities?”

Leaning on the open garage door, he shrugs. “I do know you the best. That’s why I know you’re letting your dick rule. Pussy and a history has you—”

On a growl, I warn, “Watch your step, Boyd.”

“Bennett, I know you better than most. Better than even your brother does, and I know”—he points to the house—“she is not what you need right now. It’s a distraction. One with a history attached that will cloud the situation.”

More than you know.

“I can handle her.”

Swigging back his beer, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Maybe your dick can, but—”

“Watch it, Boyd.”

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