Page 41 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“That cut you’re wearing says differently.”

“Is that why you’re here?To see what he had that you didn’t?”she asks, and for some reason I love what she said.This shows signs—the first signs—of the Torrent I know.The Torrent who…I still want.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Angel.You left me months ago.I’m not looking to pick back up.”

“You’re not?”she asks.

“Hell, no,” I tell her and I’m pretty sure I’m not completely lying.My attraction to her isnotthe only reason I’m here.

“Then why?”

“Because whatever else we were, Torrent, I think we were friends.”

“Friends…”

“Yeah, and I think you really look like you could use one right now.”

“Don’t pity me, Logan,” she responds, her eyes suddenly looking haunted again.

“Why would I pity you?”

She studies my face for a bit.She looks so tired I fight the urge to take her into my arms.If ever there was a woman who needed someone to lean on it would be her.

“So you’re here…out of friendship?”

“Is that so hard to believe, Torrent?”

“After the way I left things… Yeah, I guess it is.”

“I admit, the way you kicked me to the curb wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t all bad,” I tell her with a grin—even though nothing about this entire situation is worth smiling about.

It takes a minute, but I see when my meaning registers with her.Her face blooms with a bright pink color.She shakes her head and some of the sadness leaves her eyes.Those subtle changes bring me hope that the Torrent I knew is not completely gone.

“I can’t believe you went there!It was just a m?—”

“A moment I willneverforget.”

“I was going to say a mistake,” she mumbles, avoiding my gaze.

Unable to stop myself—even if I should—I put my hand along the side of her neck and pull her gaze up to mine, needing her attention.

“It didn’t feel like a mistake to me, Torrent.Hell, I think about touching you… I think about you often.”

“You should go, Logan,” she answers, fear threaded in her voice.

“You could go with me.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because there are things we need to talk about.Things we didn’t get to finish.”

“Devil—”

“You call me Logan, Angel.You’ve always called me Logan.”

“Things are different now, Dev?—”

I put my fingers on her lips, stopping her from talking.

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