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I watched his face morph into anger, but I wasn’t going to let that deter me. I couldn’t let it go. Not until I had one hundred percent certainty, and we weren’t there yet.

“What’s the real reason you don’t want her?”

His facial expression didn’t change, his face remaining hard as stone. But the muscle in his jaw clenched. I half expected him to return and teach me a lesson with his fists. Instead, he turned and walked out without another word. But I didn’t need it.

I had my answer.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

JD

As I walked back home I tried to ignore the tightening in my stomach. Knowing I’d done the right thing and feeling good about it were two different things. Sasha did deserve a man who gave her everything she needed and more. And we all knew that man wasn’t going to be me.

Touching her earlier had been a huge mistake and one I couldn’t make again. Although how realistic that plan was while she lived with me remained to be seen. It was almost laughable because I knew damned well where this was headed the longer we stayed together.

I was a grown ass adult who made more than my fair share of adult decisions. It wasn’t like I couldn’t control myself if I wanted to. The problem was most of the time I didn’t want to. Her sweet willingness tempted my resolve on a daily basis.

It had been easier before the accident because we were both too busy to see each other outside the poker business. Not that the club didn’t have plenty of parties and time to blow off steam. Ijust limited how much time I spent at those. As did she. I could see now where she preferred to be a bit of a home body over a party girl and I had to admit it was a refreshing change from the club girls I was used to. Sex and booze and pot flowed freely, but there didn’t seem to be time for much else.

Some might say there wasn’t much else a man needed in his life. Especially one of my age who’d already helped raise two children and buried the love of his life decades too soon. Fuck. Maybe I did need to take on more work for the club. Clearly I had too much time to stand around feeling sorry for my sappy ass.

Tomorrow I would go through the recent messages and see if there was anything we could handle that wouldn’t put anyone at too much risk. As long as we had a traitor among our midst, I wouldn’t take on anything too crazy. But a new job might also be an opportunity to gather some fresh information on our suspects.

Fuck. I shoved my hand roughly into my hair. These men weren’t supposed to be suspects. They’d been vetted and tested. I trusted them.All of them.

We needed to get back to what the club was best at. But, I also didn’t want to leave Sasha alone with a prospect.

I pulled out my cell and typed out a text to Tel.

JD: Let’s meet tomorrow morning. There’s been a development that we need to discuss.

Since he never slept more than two hours at a time, it was no surprise that he typed immediately back.

Tel: What development? Should I come now?

Fuck no. He shouldn’t come now. It was after one in the morning and I’d had my fill of the shit show that was today. All I wanted now was my bed and my fist. Because there was no way in hell I would sleep a wink without jacking off to the memory of Sasha’s cries and the look on her face when she’d come for me today.

Daddy.

I could still hear her breathless tone, and fuck if it didn’t rev me up all over again. If I was fifteen years younger and not such an asshole, I’d haul my ass into her room. I’d sink my dick into her eager cunt and make it my personal mission to see her come until she passed out from pleasure.

A wicked smile spread across my face as I silently moved across my front porch. I knew every inch of this cabin like I knew myself, including which boards would creak when I walked on them. So keeping silent was never an issue.

Sasha would be asleep by now and I didn’t want to wake her. I’m sure she needed her rest. Jeanne had sent me an email about their first visit together and had mentioned that their session had been a bit brutal and to expect her to be a little more tired and wrung out over the next couple of days.

I was damned glad that I’d negotiated a contract with the new paramedic in town. I did not want our other doctor anywhere near Sasha. That old prick would be an instant liability to the club the first time he looked at her wrong. And he would. Perverted fucker.

But the good news from Jeanne outweighed the bad. Everything was healing as expected and with the proper diet and exercise she’d be back to one hundred percent in no time. Which meant as soon as I located that traitor and did what I had to, she’d besafe to resume her life in any way she saw fit without mine or the MC’s interference.

A pang of loss clenched my stomach. I wasn’t ready to think about her leaving for good if that’s what she chose. I’d grown accustomed to her usual light and bright disposition, and I looked forward to seeing her happy again. The idea that she could disappear from the club forever just didn’t sit well.

Although there was still the fact that Bear would pursue her soon. If she reciprocated his feelings there was a good chance she wouldn’t be going anywhere and she’d end up his old lady.

And I’d have to watch them together every fucking day…

I blew out a rough breath. It was time to think of something else. I definitely needed a mission to keep my mind focused one hundred percent on the club.

I punched in the code to both disarm the alarm system as well as unlock the door. As expected the place was mostly dark with only a small light on in the living room, which she’d probably left on as a courtesy so I could see my way when I returned. Unnecessary, but sweet.

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