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“Yes,” I throw over my shoulder.

“Where?”

“None of your business.” I turn to face him while continuing my pace backward. “Why would she say it was yours if it isn’t?”

“Because she’s a bitch. That’s nothing new.”

Pushing through the door to the garage, I head for the SUV with the engine already running.

“You need to hear me out,” Cutter demands.

Yanking the back passenger door open, I climb in and slam it closed. Monster is in the driver’s seat with Rogue taking up the passenger side. Both sets of eyes peer over at me. “Everything okay?” Monster asks.

“Yeah, just drive.” Before Monster can put the SUV into drive, the other back door opens, and Cutter folds himself inside.

“What the hell are you doing?” I shout.

“We’re talking now, Kit. I’m not letting this ruin everything we have. I meant what I said. This is the real deal. Nothing in existence will prevent me from being with you, so go wherever the fuck it is you’re going. I’ll come to.”

“Your wife and kid are in there.” I jerk my head toward the clubhouse.

“You’re in here,” he grinds out through clenched teeth.

Seeming to notice the other two occupants for the first time, he frowns. “Where are you all going?”

“Wedding stuff,” Rogue says sharply. “If you don’t mind, I’d prefer you fix the shit storm you created on your own time.”

“I do mind,” he retorts, staring at the back of Monster’s head like it’s a foreign object. “Did Callan make you go with them?” he asks Monster.

“No, I’m a bridesmaid.” Monster lifts his eyes to the rearview mirror, the side of his mouth tipping up.

“Just drive. He can walk back,” I state, folding my arms.

“It’s an overnight trip, Kit,” Rogue says, looking back at me, trying to convey what she isn’t saying through her eyes.

“I’m not fucking leaving until Kitty and I have talked. Either you drive or we stay right here,” he informs Rogue. Visions of her stabbing Cutter like she did Trevor spring to mind. She’s such a badass. If I had her strength, maybe I’d have stabbed Cutter years ago when he first broke my heart.

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that? I warned you about hurting her, and how long did it take before your bullshit started again?” she swears through gritted teeth, leaning over and swatting at him with open palms.

“It’s not my baby!” he roars, smashing his fist into the side of the door. “I haven’t fucked Claire.” He implores, covering his face with his other hand to stop her attack.

She retreats and silence rings like an alarm through the car, everyone tense and breathing heavily.

Hasn’t fucked her since when?

Then Monster asks, “Are we going or staying?”

Rogue exhales roughly, throwing her hands up. “Looks like he’s coming with us.”

“Are you done attacking me?” his hand hovers by his face with caution.

“That depends on how the talk pans out.” She threatens, as I look away to smile.

We drive in silence for what feels like forever. I stare out the window to distract myself from Cutter’s gaze. I feel him watching me, and my body wants to betray me and go to him. Needy little slut. The sun is setting, bleeding the last of its glow over the swaying trees, dancing to the command of the light wind.

“I thought you wanted to talk.” Rogue raises a brow, glaring at Cutter through the rearview mirror.

“I do.”

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