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As if she wasn’t always on my mind already.

“Thanks for being with me tonight. I needed it,” I said softly. “Sleep well, Rue La La.”

She cracked a grin, which blossomed into a full-blown smile. “You too, Cleo-Leo.”

The nicknames that we’d made for each other were one of a kind, and we’d used them often during our time together.

She’d used mine, and I knew that it was a sign.

I winked at her and headed to my bike, feeling her gaze on my back the entire way.

She didn’t know it yet, but she was mine. She thought she was winning this war, but I had a Trojan Horse, and she’d just accepted the package.

Chapter 5

I could use a foot massage, an hour in a sauna, a half of a chocolate sheet cake, and an orgasm.

-Tru on what she wants for dinner

Rue

“I’m going to kill you, Cody,” I whined as I exited the doctor’s office where I’d just been told that I had strep throat.

“I’m sorry, Rue. I didn’t mean to pass it off to you,” Cody said remorsefully.

“It’s okay, this just sucks. I used to have this all the time as a kid, and I don’t remember it ever bringing me down like it’s done today. I feel awful,” I said nasally into the phone.

“Do you want me to get your prescription for you?” Cody asked.

I opened my car door and practically fell inside.

Luckily, I’d found my car in the driveway this morning like Cleo had promised the night he came over after work, or I’d have been screwed. “No, I need to go for some meds anyway. The doctor said it might be the flu on top of strep since I feel so bad. Therefore, I have to run in for some liquids to tide me over. What you can do is tell your mom I won’t be there for a week or so.”

Cody snorted. “Oh, she’s going to love that. We’re already three short due to strep, and now you too. This week is going to be the bomb.”

Was that a hint of smartass I heard in my best friend’s voice?

“Sorry-Charlie,” I said as I started driving to the pharmacy. “I’ll talk to you later. It’s taking too much concentration to talk to you, drive, and not sneeze at the same time.”

“Okay, be careful. Call me if you need anything,” Cody insisted.

We hung up, and I drove to the pharmacy closest to my house where the doctor had called in my prescriptions.

I parked next to two bikes, and got out.

I’d just closed my car door when I sneezed all over the bike that was parked next to me.

“Nice,” a deep voice said from in front of me.

I didn’t react, but only because I followed up my first sneeze with fifty more. Okay, more like three, but still.

“I’m so sorry,” I coughed.

Then I opened my back door and lifted out the disinfectant wipes I kept in the car at all times.

“Here,” I said as I plucked out two wipes. “You’ll probably want to wipe that off. I have strep throat.”

It was when I was handing over the wipes that I realized it was a massive man wearing blue jeans, motorcycle boots, a black shirt, and none other than a Dixie Wardens MC leather vest.

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