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She grins. “I love chocolate!”

“Great.” I clap my hands together. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving.”

We spend the next hour at the table with Olive telling us about her day at school, and how much fun she had at the sleepover this weekend. I know how she feels; I had an amazing sleepover myself, but I can’t exactly tell her that.

She mentions her mom a few times. Once when Amber serves the ice cream, and another when she asks if her mom would let her get a dog when she comes back. I can see the angst in Amber’s eyes and it kills me. I want to take her in my arms and tell her that it’s all gonna be okay, even when I really don’t know if it is. I don’t want to give her false hope, but I also need to do some investigating myself. When I leave here tonight, I’m going to stop by the clubhouse and see if Rock or Jett have anything. What would be helpful is the name of this cult, and the asshole that Amber fled from. At least I’ll be able to see if he’s still in Illinois, running his so-called church. I know nothing good can come of me poking my nose in, but I need to keep on top of things. That feeling that Amber had earlier, about things not being right? I hate to say it too, but I feel exactly the same way.

18

BRONCO

We watcha little TV until it’s Olive’s bedtime. She’s been curled up on the end of the couch, Titan by her feet, sleeping soundly.

“He’s really taken to her,” Amber muses when she comes back from settling Olive into bed.

“He really has.” I smile. Titan is nowhere to be seen. “Speaking of my dog, where is he?”

“He’s lying in her doorway, in full protection mode.”

I yawn. “Good boy.”

“Sorry, am I keeping you up?” She smirks.

“Someone did in fact keep me awake last night doin’ very bad things to me.”

“That’s funny, someone did the exact same thing to me.”

“Huh, guess we both got lucky.”

“I guess we did.”

I move closer, keeping my hands to myself even though I’m dying to touch her. Our lips meet and a soft moan leaves her throat. “Bronc…” Our kiss is feather light.

Knowing I probably can’t take this where I want to with Olive in the house, I pull back, kissing her forehead. “Did someone miss me today?”

“I don’t know what you’ve done to my best friend,” she sighs. “But I’ve been having withdrawal symptoms all day.”

I smirk. “Miss me bad, that’s good news for me.”

“But not good news for me. I was counting stock over and over because I kept daydreaming.”

“Daydreaming about me?”

“Yes, and your cock.”

I grin slyly. “Stop teasin’.”

She glances down the hall. The bedrooms aren’t together, so that’s one plus, but I didn’t come here tonight expecting sex. I just wanted to be here, with them.

“Now I’ve had it, you’ve got me wanting more.”

It’s like music to my ears. “Even after you said you couldn’t walk.”

“I didn’t say I couldn’t walk,Cassanova.I said I felt you.”

I’m still grinning when I brush one hand over her face. “You did, and I can’t help feeling a little smug about that.”

“I hadn’t had sex in a while.”

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