Page 110 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“Waiting for what?”

“You to come outside.”

“So, you are stalking me?”

“Nope.I just knew you’d be outside soon,” he says and he’s got a sneaky grin on him that I’ve not seen before.I frown, wondering what’s going on.This man is beyond confusing.

“How did you know that?”I ask him, my eyes narrowing.

“I don’t think that’s a question you want to know the answer to right now, Rory.”

“It’s not?”

I really wish he’d not use my name.I like the way he says it way too much and that’s bad.It’s bad because, despite him being an asshole I’m still having dreams about him.It sucks because I’ve wore my vibrator out trying to get rid of any excess energy I have before I fall asleep—trying tonotdream about him.And finally, it sucks because I do all of that andstilldream about him.

I’ve actually been thinking of looking into therapy, because therehasto be something wrong with me.

“Not right now.That question is for later.Right now, you have only one question.”

“What would that question be?”I ask him, my arms folded at my chest, trying my best not to get whiplash by this man’s change of attitude towards me.

“Where are you going?”

“I already know where I’m going,” I answer, shaking my head.“I don’t need to ask myself that question.”

“How about asking how you’re going to get there?”

“Have you been out in the sun too long?You’re making zero sense here, F.A.”

“I told you my name was Noah,” he says frowning.

“F.A.suits you better.Why don’t you go inside and get out of the sun?I think it’s doing weird things to you.”

“I’d rather you called me Noah,” he grumbles and for some reason I want to giggle.I swallow down that urge, however.

“Tough luck, F.A.We all have things we want that we don’t get.Now if you’ll excuse me…”

“You haven’t said how you plan on getting to your appointment,” he responds.

I frown.

“If I tell you, will you leave me alone?”

“If that’s what you really want,” he shrugs.

“I’m going to drive.There.Now you can?—”

“Not that car you’re not,” he says.He does that chin thing, where you nod but it’s with your chin.I can’t look towards what he’s motioning at; my gaze is glued to the angle of his jaw and his chin.No man should be this beautiful.

“Of course, I am.Seriously, I think you might need medical help…” I trail off, stopping my tirade because that’s when I finally notice that my pretty little, sky blue, Toyota Corolla is sitting lopsided.I walk around, practically pushing Noah out of my way and see the front tire on the driver’s side is completely flat.“Fuck,” I grumble under my breath.I know my tires are getting worn.There’s not much left over after paying the bills, but I thought I had a few more months out of them before I had to worry about it.

“I’ve noticed that you swear like a trucker, Rory.”

I roll my eyes.

“And you don’t?”

“That’s different,” he says, leaning down on the hood of my car and turning his body to look at me.

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