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“She'll be fine,” I say with complete confidence.
He looks up. Pushing the papers to the side and giving me his complete attention. “How’s everything else? The brothers accepting you and your guys?”
I nod. We’re not exactly braiding each other’s hair, but there’s been nothing untoward. “For the most part. I know that trust isn’t something that’s blindly given. They need to see what we’re about and, until then, it makes sense that they’re standoffish.”
“Good, I think you all will be a good addition. We have a run coming up and Pres wants two of your guys on it. Let Colt and Storm know to be ready to head out tonight at eight. They’ll be gone for a few days.”
He looks back down, dismissing me without words.
I walk out of the office, a part of me pissed that I’m not on the ride. I could use a few days to get my head on straight. I knew coming back to this town that there would be a chance I’d see her, but I never thought I’d have to be around her every damn second.
I find Colt outside, messing around with his bike. His cut is tossed over a nearby tree stump and his white shirt is covered in bike grease. I lean down to pick up a rag and toss it at him. He looks up just in time and catches it against his chest. “You and Storm are heading out for a run tonight. Cutter said it could be a few days.”
“’Bout time. Was hoping for some action.” He nods at me. “You good?”
“Just trying to adjust.”
“I’m gonna call bullshit. What’s up? I haven’t seen you this off in years. The other guys have noticed it, too.”
I rub the back of my neck, trying to work some of the tension out. “You remember that girl I told you about when we first met?”
“The one who had your head in a goddamn mess? Sure, I remember her.”
“Well, turns out that I’m gonna be seeing her a lot more than I want to.” I jerk my head letting him know to follow me toward the garage.
From where we stand, just a few feet from the window, we have a clear view of Megan. Her head is bent over the desk, and she’s muttering something to herself. Her hair is now tied up, a pencil sticking out of it. Colt’s eyes go wide, then he turns to me and claps his hand on my shoulder.
“Brother, you’re screwed. But her being here don’t mean shit. Make sure to keep your head on. Don’t let her fuck this up for you.”
Colt is loud at the best of times, and I know he’s done it again when Megan looks up at the two of us, her eyes narrowing.
I wink at her. She wants to play this game, I’m all in. I lift my chin to Colt, walking backward, away from the garage.
Away from her.
“I’m gonna go get some shit done and avoid that damn garage as much as possible.”
He waves me off, pausing a moment too long for my liking before heading back to his bike, the gravel crunching under his heavy boots.
Inside the clubhouse is quiet. I don’t have anything to do, but being in here is better than being out there. If anything, just being as far away from the garage as possible makes it easier to breathe. The pull I feel toward her is stronger than ever and it's taking more self-control than I knew I had to stay away.
I want to go to her.
I want to ask her why she did that to us.
I want answers.
