Page 43 of Legacy

Jesse is surrounded by beautiful women who look willing to give him anything he wants. Temptation is everywhere. The hum of excitement buzzes in the air. This isn’t the kind of place where you seek out love or commitment. Which is probably why Jesse sounded so put off when I asked him if he had an old lady.

Why settle down when he can have anyone he wants?

The same pretty blonde who was hanging on Jesse when I arrived has made her way back over to him. She giggles at something he says, resting her palm on his bicep. She’s obsessing over him almost as much as I am.

There’s no room for jealousy in this room, and he doesn’t owe me anything. Still, I have to turn away from Jesse and the blonde because I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it if they disappear into a different room. Or do worse. Not everyone bothers finding somewhere private to fuck if the couple moaning to my right is any indication.

Luna sips her drink, telling a story as she stands between Ghost’s legs. He’s sitting on a barstool, and the ones on either side of him are empty, but she seems content being as close to him as possible. Her fingers trace the tattoos on the back of his hand, which he doesn’t seem to mind as he types something into his phone.

There’s no one else in this room like Ghost. While most of the men here seem happy to indulge in what’s in front of them, Ghost hasn’t so much as glanced at a woman who isn’t Luna.

And then there’s Steel and Tempe, standing outside, talking like they’re the only two people there.

They’re unicorns. It’s the only possible explanation.

I sigh, searching for Jesse when I shouldn’t. The crowd parts in time for me to see his strong jaw tick. His throat works as he takes a sip of beer, and it’s no wonder he’s unattached.

The blonde leans closer to him, whispering something in his ear. His expression is impossible to read when it doesn’t falter. I don’t blame her for being interested when he looks like that. After all, it’d be even worse if she knew he’s so much more than that tall, muscular exterior.

Jesse isn’t just gorgeous; he’s an amazing father who spends every free moment with his daughter. He took care of my great-aunt when she started to get sick, and he refuses to send any of the medical bills to my family.

He leaves a warm pot of coffee brewing when he wakes up before me, and if I so much as mention an ingredient or something missing in the kitchen, he just so happens to have it in hand when he walks back through the door.

Jesse is observant. Thoughtful.

Icannotfall for him.

“I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure.” A man stops at my side, getting an immediate eye roll from Luna.

“Don’t bother, Soul,” Luna says to him. “Reagan’s too smart to fall for your charm.”

“Reagan, is it?” He ignores Luna, leaning against the bar and blocking my view of Jesse.

I’ve seen Soul walking around, but he’s never approached me. From the patch on his cut, I know he’s the club’s vice president. But while Steel always seems stressed and serious, Soul seems to be the exact opposite. His grin is uninhibited and wild, and the brightness in his eyes is perfectly carefree.

He rakes his fingers into his thick, blond hair, smiling down at me.

“Let me get you a drink.” He tips his chin up to a prospect walking past. “Another one for the lady.”

The prospect rushes to meet his request while I continue staring at Soul. I can’t help it. He’s got this light about him that’s inviting and hard to deny. He’s gorgeous, in a walking-red-flag kind of way. And even if I’m not interested in him beyond this conversation, I can see why people in the room seem to gravitate toward him.

“I’ve already got a drink.” I lift my beer.

“And I love a lady who drinks beer.”

“You love the ladies, period.” Luna groans, nudging my arm. “Don’t fall for this act. Trust me.”

“And here I thought we were friends, Luna?” Soul fakes a pout that is absolutely ridiculous.

I can’t help but laugh.

“Wearefriends. Just like Reagan is myfriend. So you better believe I’m not letting you pull this shit on her. She’s too good for you.”

“I’m hurt.”

Luna rolls her eyes. “You’ll get over it.”

“Didn’t say I wouldn’t.” He grins, leaning closer to her. “But you’re still a cockblock.”

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