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She missed her dad.Hazel missed her life partner, her lover, her everything.
She went to her mother and held her tightly.“I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.All I want to do is make sure you girls are safe and loved, and that you find men who make you feel like a queen, because you’re good women.You’re good girls.”
Chapter Eleven
Pat didn’t have timeto hunt down Ava.She had snuck out of his room.This was an entirely new experience to him.No woman in all his years had ever snuck out of his room.Only, Ava was not just some woman.She was the one woman he wanted more than anything in the world.
He wanted to go and find her, to make sure she was okay.Last night had been the best experience of his life.To top it off, he hadn’t expected to fall asleep, only to his surprise, he had fallen deeply to sleep.
He’d woken at seven-thirty, as most of the club was waking up, to an empty bed.The only remnants of Ava being in his room were the torn panties she left behind in his trash bin.She wasn’t answering her cell phone.
And Bull asked him to help recover a stranded vehicle, which he already had done.It was a single mother and her car had just stopped.At the garage they offered towing as part of the service.He’d loaded up the car, dropped the mother and child at home, and taken the car to be worked on.
So far, he couldn’t see why the car had broken down.Everything seemed to be in working order.Pat was staring at the car in confusion when Rusty made his way inside the garage.He wore his overalls and looked like he had just gotten out of bed.
“Rough night?”Pat asked.
“You could say that.Uh, can I ask you something?”
“If it is anything medical, I’d rather not.”
Rusty sighed.“Look, my balls are fine.Seriously, a guy makes a few mistakes and you think that’s all I want to ask you?”
Pat looked over and waited for him to keep ranting.
“Fine, fine, I made mistakes.My balls paid the price, but can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“What does it mean if a chick sneaks off in the morning?”
Pat did not like this.“Why are you asking me?”
“Look, just wondering.You know, asking why they do it?I mean, does that mean they like, look ugly in the morning, or are just getting themselves together?Does it mean they regret what happened that night?I mean, is there some kind of girl code?”
