Page 15 of Heartbeats & Highways

“Good. Hot. I hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed some toothpaste and finger brushed with it.”

“That’s what it’s there for. Get in bed,” he stated. “I’ll tuck you in.”

I sniggered. “Tuck me in?”

His grin was wolfish. “Yeah.” His gaze dropped down my body, as if he suddenly wanted me naked.

I hastily climbed into bed and yanked the covers up to my chin.

Savage’s lips twitched.

He turned on the lamp before hitting the main light, bathing his angular face in a soft golden glow. Savage leaned over me and pressed his lips to my forehead, and before I could utter a squeak of surprise, he turned off the lamp.

“Good night, Evie,” he said.

“Good night,” I mumbled.

I heard him moving around in the room—it wasn’t completely dark because the window curtains were halfway open, letting in the moonlight.

His belt buckle jangled, and I held my breath when I realized he was stripping off his jeans. I closed my eyes and turned my face up to the ceiling.

When he settled down and things were quiet for a few moments, I asked, “Savage?”

“Hmm?”

“Those two women . . .”

“Yeah?”

“Have you—slept with them before?”

He paused for a moment and then replied, “Yeah.”

“I don’t understand then . . . why did you tell them to go to one of your club brothers. Doesn’t that make you jealous?”

“No, it doesn’t—ah hell . . .”

“What?”

“It’s just how the club operates. They’re club groupies, Evie. They’re not Old Ladies.”

“What are Old Ladies?”

“A biker’s woman. A wife or girlfriend. An Old Lady is a claim. It means she’s off limits and she won’t fuck around with anyone else. But Jessie and Anna aren’t Old Ladies, so they can spend the night with whoever they want. And no one gets jealous.”

I swallowed. “Are there . . . a lot of those types of women? Who hang around the club, I mean?”

“A fair amount, yeah.”

My heart dropped into my stomach. “Oh. And have you—I mean—never mind.”

“I have a past, Evie.”

“Yeah.”

So do I.

“You don’t like the idea of me being with other women, do you?”

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