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Freya wouldn’t be off-limits to me.

I wasn’t stupid; I knew what we had was special. A new kind of awareness had been growing between us for a while. The thought of her with someone else made me ache, hence why I’d rushed down here to stop her sleeping with some random, and I had to ask myself why?

Clarity hit me like a sledgehammer, and a thread of excitement weaved through me as the doors in my mind that were previously locked down tight started to fly open.

My thoughts of Freya and what could be, drowned out the conversation happening before me. So when Shepherd finally ended the call, I had no clue what had been agreed.

My forehead creased questioningly. “Well?”

“You’ve got six months, Colt,” he told me. “Not a day longer.”

“Right.” I exited the booth and got to my feet, a spring in my step and ready to jet.

“Where you going?” Shep asked. “Don’t you want to know where to report to?”

I leaned forward and clapped him on the shoulder. “Gonna send you the license plate number. You dig and get back to me. As for the rest, it can wait.” I turned toward the exit.

“What the fuck?” he called to my back as I walked away.

My feet halted, and I turned, scraping a trembling hand through my hair.

Everything was out of control. I needed to pull it back so I could think straight and plan my new future. I needed Freya; she was the only person who could get my head back in the game.

“I’ve got six months before I hand my life over to you fuckin’ assholes,” I declared. “I’ll be in touch about the car. In the meantime, you can hang tight. I gotta girl to see.”

Chapter Six

Freya

The day had been emotional since the second I’d opened my eyes, so I was exhausted by the time Abigail and I arrived home.

“You okay?” Undoing her seat belt. “You’re quiet.”

I relaxed back in the passenger seat. “I’m just thinking about Colt. I’m at a loss with the way he runs hot and cold. I thought we were friends, but he acts like I’m a pariah. I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Give it time.” She leaned across the middle partition and grabbed her purse from the back seat. “For years, he’s seen you as a sister. The jump to something more must be jarring for him.”

My heart sank. “Maybe I should give up the ghost. Colt’s got a girl, anyway.”

“She’s not his girlfriend,” Abi protested. “The way I see it, if he hasn’t made it official after ten fucking months, he’s not that into her.”

“True.” I sat straighter in my chair. “It’s not like he’s rushing her down the altar. She’s so catty, Abs. She’s sweet as pie when she’s in the shop or if the men are around, but it doesn’t take her long to change her tune when it’s just me and her.”

Abi shot me a curious glance. “You’re no pushover. I dunno why you don’t just cuss her out. It’s not like you to be such a fucking doormat.”

A smile curved my lips. Abigail didn’t blow smoke up anyone’s ass. She said what she meant and meant what she said. “Thanks.”

“What’s the matter with you?” She rolled her eyes. “Tell her to fuck off.”

My lips tipped up. “You’re right. I’ve let Lucy Bloom get away with her bullshit because it was easier to get along with her than not. Colt chose her, and I didn’t want to be a bitch just because I’m jealous. It’s not her fault. Maybe I overcompensated.”

“Stop being so fucking noble. You can’t let that shit slide, Frey. If she’s an ass, be an ass back. People will treat you the way you let them. I’m shocked you let her get away with it. You’re a biker princess, start fucking acting like it.”

“Love your pep talks,” I murmured. “Thanks, Abs.”

She laughed. “Babe, you’ve helped me through many a romantic liaison. It’s the least I can do after all the nights you’ve sat and drowned my sorrows with me. All you need to remember is this. You’re Freya fucking Stone. Colt would be lucky to have you.”

“Love you, Abs,” I murmured.

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