Page 13 of Her Demanding Biker
"Uh..."
I turned my head to look for Maggie, but she'd disappeared.
Hawk, too.
So I guess they'd gone off somewhere together.
I didn't need to ask why or what they were doing,thatwas obvious.
It had taken me all of a minute from the time I'd met them to know that they were crazy in love.
I wouldn't blame them for running off.
They were in love, and you have to hold onto those kinds of feelings in case you lose them.
I know how that went.
The man standing in front of me had been my first love.
He'd been my first lover.
And there were times when I was pretty damn sure he'd been the only man I'd really loved, but he'd left me.
No forwarding address.
Not even a goodbye.
Now, he was standing here in front of me, looking like he was happy to see me.
And the heart in my chest, stupid and naive as ever, was dancing around like Logan Zane hadn't ripped it out of my chest years ago.
The momentary shock of seeing him wore off sooner than I wanted it to.
I wanted to stand there and drink in the sight of him, but my baby and my bladder had other plans.
"I..."
"Arlys, I-"
I turned one way and then the other because I didn't remember where the bathroom was.
I took a couple steps in one direction before I felt his hand on my arm.
"Arlys?"
I shrugged his hand off and took a step away from him, ending up trapped between the little couch, the coffee table, and Logan.
He was close enough to touch.
Close enough to smell him.
Leather. Soap. And if wind had a scent, I imagine that's what I was smelling on him.
It was different from how he used to smell, but that was when she'd loved him. And when he'd left her behind.
The crowd in the room shifted and I saw my chance to get away.
"Excuse me," I took a step around the corner of the table and tried to pull my other leg around as fast as I could, but I misjudged the space and banged my shin against the corner of the table.
