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“What would you do if he loved you?” Rosalieasked.

“Stop, okay, he doesn’t love me. He never has. Iwas just a job to him, and besides, this was supposed to be a conversationabout me finding someone else, right? Dirty is not a man I want to thinkabout.”

“You won’t forgive him?”

“Let’s just focus on work.” She moved toward herbest friend and they finished going through the books.

“Tanya starts work on Monday,” Rosalie said. “Areyou sure she will be a good fit?”

“She was the woman that smacked Al for touchingher ass. I think she is going to be a perfect fit.” She didn’t tell Rosaliethat a certain biker friend also wanted their new employee. She had a feelingMyth was going to be pissed at her, but Tanya asked her for the job, not theother way around.

She rubbed her temples and tried to make sense ofeverything. With the books done, she wrapped them up and took them to the backof the office, locking them into the safe that had been installed. Once shechecked all the windows, and everything in the kitchen was turned off, sheheaded out to the main diner and found Rosalie typing away on her cell phone.

“Colt’s going to be late. Can you take me home?”

“Sure.” Petal yawned and they left the diner.She’d not been sleeping well the past couple of nights. Walking to the car, sheheld open the passenger side and Rosalie glared at her. “Don’t start with me.You’re pregnant and you’ve been on your feet all day, don’t start with me.”

“I should smack your ass,” Rosalie said.

“Sounds kinky.”

Petal couldn’t help but get a flash of memory ofDirty, putting her over his knee as she screamed and laughed at the same timehe swatted her naked butt. Again, another lifetime ago.

Climbing behind the wheel, she put the car intodrive, and took off, heading toward Colt’s home. She was so tired that as shepulled up outside of Colt’s, she knew she was going to have to slap her face tomake it home.

“Don’t think I don’t see how tired you are. Parkthe car and get your ass inside. You have a change of clothes. Don’t argue withme on this.”

“I can drive home.”

“Again, do I look like I give a fuck? As you said,I am pregnant and currently temperamental with my hormones. Stop being a baby.Colt won’t mind, and in fact, I bet he would like me to have the company,especially if it’s my bestie.”

Petal was not going to argue. She was so tired. Ithad been a long day at work.

Climbing out of the car, she followed Rosalie tothe front door. Colt had a nice place, and according to Rosalie, he’d beenworking on it for some time before he married her.

Petal had her own room. Colt didn’t have a choicebut to turn one of his bedrooms into her room as she did stay there regularly.Again, she and Rosalie had been best friends for a long time, and an MC or aman or two were not going to come between them. They were solid friends and noone and nothing would take that away from them.

Entering their home, Rosalie had to type in thecode, and Petal was already making her way over to her bedroom.

“I’m going to shower and sleep.”

“See you tomorrow,” Rosalie said.

Petal gave a wave but went straight to her room.She knew Colt had gotten a reward for giving her a room. Rosalie had fallenthat little more in love with him for it. As for Petal, she just appreciatedthat he finally accepted her, although she did believe he considered her asmore of a furniture piece.

Entering her room, she kicked off her shoes,dropping her bag on the floor, and heading straight to the shower. Pulling outher hair, she climbed beneath the water and tilted her head back. She tried notto think about Rosalie’s question. It was so absurd, and yet totallyunderstandable.

Yes, she did still love Dirty, and he had brokenher heart. She was not going to forgive him. She sighed, opening her eyes andstaring straight ahead. She didn’t know if he was with other women. There wereplenty of club women always throwing themselves at the men, she didn’t know ifhe was going to be one of them.

Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, shefocused instead on getting washed. She wanted to sleep.

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“Petal’s here,” Colt said.

“That’s fine.” Dirty entered Colt’s home, kickingoff his boots. Warden was pissed but he also agreed with him. This was oneavenue none of them had considered, but Daemon would have.

The peace treaty had been an illusion. Daemonalways had some plan, and now, whoever was leading the Evil Fuckers MC hadstarted to put it in motion.

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