Page 87 of Riot

“That’s not true, I did text to tell you I was in a post-sex coma and wouldn’t be coming out.”

She snorts. “He’s that good?”

I try not to let my embarrassment show. “Uh, yeah, he’s that good.”

She smiles. “I’m happy for you. I know you’ve liked him for a long time, as long as he’s good to you and treating you right.”

“He is.” I try not to gush, but I haven’t been able to tell her over the weekend with being so preoccupied in bed with Riot. “He’s freaking amazing.”

“He’s nuts about you, has been since that first night at Whiskey Straight.”

“When you almost cut Nevada’s dick off?”

“Ah, memories.”

“Well, we’ve moved right past dating and straight into parenting.”

Her eyes grow wide. “What?”

“Oh,” I laugh. “I mean, the dog we found in the dumpster, the one I was telling you about.”

“That was truly disgusting. Did the boys find anything yet?”

“Not yet,” I sigh. “But I don’t pity them if they do get caught — they deserve the same treatment.”

“I’m with you there. How’s the little guy doing?”

I nod. “He’s doing great. Settling in like he’s always been there. I get the feeling he’s an old soul, you know?”

“That’s sweet. I’m happy for you, just as long as you’re not jumping in too soon with Riot. He’s telling everyone at the clubhouse you’re gonna be claimed at the table.”

I let out a long breath. “It moved fast, I admit.”

“So, it’s true? You haven’t even been on a date with this man!”

“I know, but… you know when you just know?”

She sits on the side of my desk, a sympathetic smile on her face. “I get it, I just don’t want you jumping in with both feet until you’re sure he’s serious.”

I smirk. “Oh, he’s serious. I might remind you that Nevada got a tattoo on his dick for you before you’d even agreed to go out with him.” I raise an eyebrow. “Remember?”

She opens her mouth, then closes it again. “You got me there.”

“Anyway, we’re just really, I don’t know…connected.”

“Uh huh.”

I lob a pencil at her when she jiggles her eyebrows. “Not just inthatway. I know it’s only been one weekend, but so much happened, and he’s been so sweet with Cookie.”

“You already have a dog.” She face palms herself.

“Hey, he was tossed in a dumpster.” Of course, I texted her about it. “It’s not like we could just leave him there.”

“I get that part. I just know you’re a romantic, and I just want to be sure that you’re not leaping in headfirst.”

“In all of my other relationships, I’ve gone super slow, and look how well those turned out.”

Her face is serious when she says. “I just worry about you. I want what’s best for you, Hales. Being with a biker isn’t exactly cotton candy.”

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