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“You wish.”

I wish a lot of things when it comes to him.

Mom enters the living room right as I punch Jimmy in the shoulder. She’s already scooped the kitten up and is cooing at her. “Is that any way to treat our guest?”

“He started it,” I mutter, but her attention has already returned to Fireball.

“Who’s a sweet girl?” She scratches under her chin and the cat responds with loud purrs.

“See. Told you,” I tell Jimmy. “My cat, my butt.”

He laughs as Prodigy yells for him to come help with groceries.

“I’m going to change. Do you have any homework?”

“Nope. All done.”

“You seem to have changed your tune about Jimmy. Is there anything you want to tell me?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. The two of you seem chummy.”

“Would you rather I be mean to him?”

“Of course not. I just don’t want you to get hurt. You remember he has a girlfriend.”

“It’s not like that.” It’s exactly like that but I’m not about to tell her that so she can complain, and I get stuck having someone like Crawl drive me around.

Chapter Eleven

I climb into my truck and let it idle for a minute before I head off to the clubhouse to check in and see if I’m needed before I make the drive back home. It’s the weekend and I’m off Kiesha duty unless something else goes down. Prodigy will be with her and her mom for the most part. And it’s not like I can’t use the downtime to get my head on straight. When I’m guarding Kiesha, my mind gets clouded. It’s easy to forget that I’m doing a job and that none of it is real. We’re playing pretend, but the line is becoming blurred.

Then there’s Sabrina. I’ve not gone home in days, and we’ve not spoken since our big fight. I can’t leave things like this between us.

Glancing in the rearview mirror, I spot Kiesha in the window, watching me leave. My thoughts drift back to kissing her and liking the way she looks at me a little too much. Like I’msomeone. That in her eyes I’m special. In a way, I thought Sabrina saw me. Thinking of her, my heart tugs in the opposite direction. I never thought I’d find myself torn between two women.

When I started getting serious about prospecting for the club, I was warned about the temptations. I just never expected my temptation to be a pink-haired brat. As I pull up under the familiar security lights at the clubhouse, I know I’ve got a choice to make. A future with the club or the path I was set on with Sabrina. It’s becoming painfully clear I can’t have both.

I step out of my truck and take a deep breath, knowing my choice. It’s just not one I’m prepared to make. I’ve hurt Sabrina a lot these past few months. If we stay together, I’ll keep letting her down.

As I’m walking toward the clubhouse, the front door swings open, and Link is staring at me as if he wants to rip my arms off my body and beat me with them.

“Thought I made myself clear about my niece,” he snarls.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He steps outside and shows me a picture on his cellphone of Kiesha and me kissing at my truck when I picked her up from school.

“You told me to pretend to date her. That’s what all I’m doing.”

“I never told you to make-out with her on the side of the damn street.”

“Won’t happen again.”

“It better not.”

“Understood.”

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