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She gives me a resigned look, then walks off with theguard. When she’s gone, I open my laptop bag and take out the notarized resignation letter. “You saved me the trouble of coming to your office.”

Jordan refuses to take the letter. “We’re a team,” he says. “We can make a difference together.”

My heart pinches as I think about how that dream is dead. “I used to think so.” I press the letter into his hand. “But now I’m just going to make a difference on my own.”

His spine straightens, and he looks down at me. “You’re making a big mistake. You’ll be nothing without the district behind you.”

Ice washes over me, filling my veins until my emotions are frigid. I shoulder my bag and reach for the door, tossing Jordan a look on my way out. “I’ll see you in court.”

CHAPTER 46

Welcome To Book Club

In a few months, Mia has gone from hating motorcycles to fully embracing the lifestyle. I take her on long drives through the mountains where we can lean into the curvy roads, exploring together.

When I pull up on my bike to get her, she’s waiting outside, dressed in a leather jacket and boots. I cut the engine and get off the bike, striding forward to catch her in my arms and kiss her. That mouth on mine feels like home, and when she wind her arms around my neck and cling to me, there’s no place I’d rather be.

“Hey, ShortCake.”

“Hi, Lovebug.”

“How was your day?” I ask.

“It wasn’t bad.”

Something in her tone gives her away. I cup her chin, tilting her face up to mine. “What happened?”

“You’re looking at Elena Rogers’ new representation.”

My fingers tighten at her waist, and I set her back enough to look into her eyes. “This is what you want?”

She swallows hard, looking down quickly before meeting my eyes with a quick nod. “Jordan had some words.”

I cup her cheek. “Fuck Jordan Adler.”

She sighs. “I can do this.”

“You can.” There’s no hesitation in my voice. I know Mia can do anything she puts her mind to.

“In other news, I heard from Max. They are back in the States and want to meet up for dinner in Asheville next month. If you’re willing.”

I cinch my arm around her waist. “Anything for you.”

She presses tightly to me and buries her nose against my neck. “Maybe we should skip book club and just stay here.”

I’m tempted, but I ease back, looking down at her. “No. We are going to your book club. I know it’s important to you.”

“In that case, I have a request.” She glances at my motorcycle. “I want to drive.”

“No way.” I hand her the extra helmet and climb onto the bike.

“Maybe next time?” She shoves the helmet on her head and gets on behind me, scooting forward so that she’s tight against my back.

I take her arm and cinch it tighter around my middle, then start the bike, heading for Thatcher’s bookstore.

It isn’t a long trip to Main Street, and soon we are pull into a spot in front of the store. As we climb off the bike, a tall woman with pink and purple hair stops walking on the sidewalk to stare at us.

“I must be dreaming,” she says.

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