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“Okay, we’ll go with that. So tell the guy you like him. Maybe he’ll surprise you.”

I shook my head. “He’s probably already gone. I was just a stop on his map. Another gas station, another girl.”

Diamond folded her arms. “You don’t know that.”

“I do. And even if I wasn’t, I don’t have time for a man. I’ve got Tucker. My job.”

Diamond rolled her eyes. “Sounds like you’ve already talked yourself out of anything before it’s even had a chance. But if you ask me?”

“I didn’t,” I muttered.

She ignored me. “If you ask me, you need to find that man and tell him you’re ready to chain him to the bed before he starts wandering again.”

“Diamond!” I gasped.

She grinned wickedly. “What? That’s not what you want to do?”

I looked away and bit my lip.

No. That wasn’t what I wanted to do.

I just wanted… more.

More from a man who flat out said he never stuck around for long.

Chapter Eleven

Tank

“Bro, sit the fuck down.”

I paced in front of my bed. The motel room was too small, and my thoughts were too loud.

“You’re driving me fucking insane, Tank. Either go see the fucking chick or chill the fuck out,” Moose groaned from where he was lying on the bed with one arm flung over his eyes.

I didn’t respond. I just kept pacing.

Frustrated.

Torn in half.

I wanted to see Maddie. Every part of me ached to get on my bike and go straight to that gas station, but… she had a life. A kid. Roots.

And roots were something I hadn’t had since I was seventeen.

“I can’t,” I finally muttered.

Moose sat up just enough to glare at me. “Then sit the fuck down.”

I stopped pacing, my fists clenched at my sides. “But I want her.”

He pointed toward the door. “Then fucking go to her.”

“You’re not helping me,” I grunted.

Moose pushed off the bed and ran a hand through his hair. “You already know what you want to do, man. You’re just fighting with yourself over what you think you want.”

I looked at him with my jaw tight. “And what is it that you think I want?”

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