Page 63 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

I sighed, feeling what felt like rightness spread through my veins.

I’d missed the intimacy. Well, the physical part anyway since I had been apart from him so long. The emotional intimacy I don’t think I ever had with Bram.

To be honest, I’d always felt lonely while being with him. What’s the difference if I was lonely while with him, or lonely while I was alone?

At least, before, that’d been my thought process. Now… now I realized that he was feeling much the same as I had been.

Though both of us were too stubborn to say anything.

Each one of us thought that the other didn’t want us… and look where that communication, or lack thereof, had gotten us. We’d gotten nowhere and had nothing but ten years of heartache to show for our marriage.

But now, we were living our fresh start. Our fresh start in our new town, that had a person that’d beat the hell out of me on the loose.

“I’ll call when I get to work.” I paused. “Are you excited?”

Today would be his first day of work, too. A day of work that would eventually take him into the Gulf of Mexico, hours offshore.

Though, not today. Today was just an orientation day for him. A day where he learned what he needed to learn about the company, did what he needed to do when it came to their preliminary hires, and hopefully be home in time for dinner.

“They’ll probably want me there to show them what skills I have on the job. I’m sure I’ll take the morning filling out bullshit paperwork and going through safety meetings. I’m not so excited about today, per se, but next week when I can actually get out there and work? Yeah, I’m excited about that,” he admitted.

Bram hadn’t had the best of underwater welding jobs where we’d been living in Intercourse. But now, with the whole Gulf at his fingertips, there were all kinds of opportunities to be had.

And more danger.

Which scared the crap out of me. Not that I would be admitting that.

“All right,” I said softly. “Well, we both need to go. You’ll be okay on your bike today?”

He grinned. “Rain or shine, baby. Bikers take it any way they can get it.”

I giggled, which amused him.

“You’ll be okay in that brand-new luxury ride?” he teased.

Itwasa luxury ride. It was the nicest vehicle I’d ever been in before.

It was a BMW X7. Top-of-the-line everything, and Bram had paid cash for it.

So yes, I would be perfectly okay in my luxury SUV that was paid off.

“Yes.” I rolled my eyes. “Walk me out?”

“Anytime.”

We parted at our vehicles after he kissed the hell out of me again.

He followed me all the way to my office, then went to his own.

Then, for the next two hours, I got to know the women I’d be working with for the next few months.

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“Is that your husband?” Marsha, the front desk receptionist that worked for both me—yeah, I was still getting over that myself—and the other doctor in the practice.

I looked up from my notes that I was taking and inputting into my previous patient’s chart to find Bram walking toward the front door with a sexy gait that really set my blood on fire.

Now that I’d figured out I could hold sweet stuff down—and had meds to settle me down when I needed it—I was finally able to focus on other urges.

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