Page 4 of Legacy

But she doesn’t look away. Her cheeks blush, and I want to know if it’s because of the heat in the clubhouse or the thoughts in her head.

“Well, are you going to tell me where he is?” Her tone is all annoyance.

Defiance.

“Depends.” My gaze narrows. “What do you want with him?”

My cock waits for one answer, while my brain wants her to get the fuck away from me before I ruin her.

She opens her mouth to answer but is cut off by a high-pitched burst of excitement as Luna rounds the corner.

“Reagan?” Luna jumps up and down as she runs over to the girl she just called Reagan.

It’s not a name I would have guessed for her. It’s strong when she seems so sweet and fragile.

“It’s been forever.” Reagan and Luna hug, and now I’m thoroughly confused.

Reagan is here for me, but somehow, she knows Ghost’s old lady. It doesn’t make sense when Luna isn’t even originally from Vegas.

“What are you doing here?” Luna pulls back, still gripping Reagan’s arms.

“I came to see my great-aunt, Margaret. She’s not doing well.”

Fuck.

Margaret is my daughter’s live-in nanny. She’s mentioned her great-niece a few times, but I’ve never met her. She said she lived in Arizona, working for a school or doing something with kids. We’ve had no reason to be around each other.

But after Margaret was diagnosed with cancer this year, I notified her family of the situation as a courtesy so they could reach out to her if they wanted. Little did I know that text would result in this girl standing in front of me right now. The girl who is apparently visiting, as evidenced by the small suitcase I’m just now noticing behind her.

Reagan frowns at Luna, glancing briefly at the party raging around her. “What are you doing here? You hang out with bikers now?”

Luna’s gaze finds Ghost, and her whole face glows. “I found my home.”

That look is going to result in something I have no interest in seeing between my brother and his old lady later tonight.

Ghost and Luna are worse than Steel and Tempe. At least Steel keeps his relationship private. Ghost and his woman don’t share that same level of discretion with their sex life. I won’t be surprised if they’re fucking on the couch in an hour or two.

“You always did like getting into trouble.” Reagan laughs.

It’s haunting.

It fills every inch of the room. It crawls into my ears and swims through my ribs. That sound is dangerous.

Reagan crosses her arms over her chest, and it pushes her full tits higher. “Maybe you can help me then. I’m looking for Jesse King.”

There it is again.

My name.

She really needs to stop saying it.

“Jesse, huh?” Luna glances over at me with her eyebrows pinched.

“Yeah, I told Aunt Margaret I’d help out since she can’t get back to work anytime soon. I’m his new nanny.”

“Fuck no.” The words fly out of me.

I stand up so fast that the barstool hits the back of the bar. There’s no way in hell this girl is sticking around. Regardless of what she’s stirring in my jeans, the last thing I need is a twenty-one-year-old firecrackerhelpingme.

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