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“I can help,” she offered and stole another fry.
“Why would you do that?”
She frowned. “Why wouldn’t I? Despite our difference, we’re on the same page when it comes to abusive assholes. If I can help make sure he never gets to breathe fresh air again, I’m in.”
“You’re cute when you’re feisty.”
She rolled her eyes and pressed both hands to her blushing cheeks. “Have your computer guy look into his prison record and use it against him. Talk about the ways you help other abused women because his abuse of your sister and her death, left an indelible mark on your whole life.”
Goddamn she’s pretty.She was lively as she spoke, her words clear and eloquent and passionate. “Sorry, I get a little carried away but any of that or all of it will work.”
“Don’t apologize, I appreciate the help. I don’t appreciate the fry theft though.”
She laughed and snatched one more. “Consider it a tax for my help. Besides, we burned a lot of calories last night.”
“We did.” I slept like a fucking baby, so soundly I didn’t hear her slip from the bed until hours later. I shoved the basket across the table. “Energize you. For later.”
Her gaze heated and she licked her lips. “Don’t distract me.”
“Is that what I’m doing?”
She nodded. “You know it is. Shiloh Valley. We have to go. Soon.”
“We will. I promise.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Faith
“Why are we here?” T-Bone hadn’t taken me back to the clubhouse, which was what I expected him to do. Instead he turned into the parking lot that faced a row of townhouses dotted with colorful shutters, flowerboxes and doors decorated with flair. It was… cute. And totally unexpected from the big, bad ass biker.
“This is where I live.” His words came were bland and emotionless.
I rolled my eyes. “That’s what I assumed, but I meanwhyare we here and not at the clubhouse?” I knew there was a reason, but I needed to know what it was.
He shrugged. “Figured you might want a real shower.”
I barked out a laugh. “While I have no doubt that’s part of the reason, I know there’s another.” I studied him while he unlocked the door, doing his best to avoid my gaze.
The door to the next unit opened and a woman who looked to be in her sixties stepped out, looking extra stylish in a painted on jeans, a leopard print that showed of a ton of cleavage, and fuzzy slippers that were also leopard print. “Terrence,” she purred. “It’s about time you brought a lady friend home.”
His jaw visibly ticked but when he turned to the older woman, T-Bone had nothing but affection in his gray eyes. “Hey Ginger. Stop meddling.”
She only laughed at his gruff tone. “It’s not meddling, honey, just an observation.” Her gaze flicked to me and lit up. “I was startin’ to worry but now I’m glad I don’t have to.”
“Oh, it’s not like that,” I assured her.
Ginger laughed and put one hand on her slender hips. “Oh honey, please. Ain’t no way a man who looks like that and a woman who looks like you are going inside that apartment and talking about the latestReal Housewivesdrama.” She snorted and shook her head. “Have fun kids,” she sang before disappearing back into her unit.
“Interesting friends you have.”
“Tell me about it.” He grunted another laugh. “Inside,” he growled and pushed the door open.
I stepped inside and looked around the place, decorated just as you’d expect from a bachelor with big, plush furniture—a large sectional that took up most of the living room, a boring coffee table, and a giant television that was obvious the focal point. There were a few photos on the wall, but the art was centered around motorcycles and bike culture. “Nice place.”
“Yeah, thanks,” he grunted, his tone half amused.
I spun to face him and smiled. “So, what’s the other reason I’m here?”
