Page 109 of Dirty Dylan: Dirty Dusters

“I never said it meant anything to me.”

“If it didn’t, you would know what I was referring to.”

“Screw you, Ty,”

“Any time, sweet thing.”

I close his office door with a grin on my face before making my way back through to the communal area.

Tyler Grayson is still one beautiful, arrogant asshole.

* * *

“Areyou heading back to Rising now, Ace?” I take in the inked biker who’s standing at the unfinished bar area.

“Sure am.”

“Well, you make sure you pass this hug to that old lady of yours.” I smile as I wrap my arms around him briefly before stepping back.

“You have my word on that, Jessie. I can’t wait to see her.”

“Hopefully things will start to quieten down this end. I’ve had a good chat with Ty and have an understanding of the situation now and of what it is he wants. Fingers crossed it’ll help with me having a similar talk with my daddy.”

“It can’t do any harm.” He nods then pauses. He’s thinking about something, I can tell. I’m curious about what he’s going to say.

“Rumor has it the Irish will be paying a visit before too long.”

“Great.” I roll my eyes exaggeratedly.

Not that I’m concerned. It’s unlikely Dylan O’Connell will come a calling since he seldom leaves his apartment. He’s even less likely to now he has a live-in girlfriend.

“Dylan’s a good guy, Jessie.”

“So, you’ve heard all about him and me, then?”

“From PJ. Only some. And not in any detail, obviously.”

“Well, he’s not agood guy, Ace.” I use air quotes. “He’s one half of an arranged marriage. Something he’s been aware of for months, maybe even years. A known commitment that still didn’t stop him from signing me up as his fuck buddy, even though his fiancée’s supposedly the great love of his life.”

Ace shrugs. “Maybe that’s the case. Maybe it isn’t, Jessie. From personal experience, I suggest you listen to what he has to say before you jump to conclusions. If he wants to speak, let him. He can only do that if you’re prepared to hear him out remember. Your mind may remain unchanged. Or it may make you reconsider. Either way, you have nothing to lose apart from a little time.”

I stare up at the big biker, and he looks down at me, his blue eyes scanning my face like he’s seen me somewhere before.

“You have a wise head on those shoulders of yours, Ace.”

“Not wise. I’ve just been there. I lost PJ for a decade because she and I were useless at talking and listening. We won’t ever get those years back. Don’t go making the same mistakes we did.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I’m lying. I have no intention of ever listening to anything Deceitful Dylan has to say.

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to travel home to my very pregnant wife.”

“I spoke to her today. She’s sounding heaps better.”

“She is. I’m grateful to you for suggesting she speak to Razr. He’s helped her so much. And I think in some ways, it’s helped him too. Having someone to talk to. Someone close to you who understands. I also think he’s glad he’s been able to finally give her something back.”

“Aren’t you jealous?” I grin.

“Of Razr?” He smiles widely. “Nope. He loved her for four years. And he took good care of her all that time. I’ll always be grateful to him for that.”

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