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Resigned to her fate, Blue allowed the other woman to pull her face toward her. They made eye contact.

“When a biker wants something, he gets it. When he loves something, he makes it a priority. You can see that with how he bends over backward for his club.”

The ol’ lady’s eyes and words bore into Blue as she spoke.

“If he’s chosen you to be his woman, you will feel it in your bones. There’s no questioning his devotion.”

Ginger’s hand fell from Blue’s chin and rested on her shoulder.

The comfort she felt with the slight gesture warred with the sadness over her relationship.

“I’ve watched you two. I’ve seen you two. But I’m not either of you. If you can sense it, the complications may be worth it.”

Forced to reconsider Mooky and their relationship, she thought of his words and of all the things he’d done for her. She recalled his offer—the tattoo he’d asked her to design.

The hows and whys of their situation swirled in her mind. Mooky had wanted to leave his wife, but she wouldn’t let him go. He’d shown her he’d chosen Blue. Had Blue just not given him enough time to do what he needed to? Had she been an impatient twatwaffle?

Regret balled in her gut, and she studied the women before her.

Exhaustion pummeled her. She could lie on the bar top right there and pass the fuck out if they’d let her.

They wouldn’t. That was for drinks and dancing women. If she was sleeping on it, it’d only impede such things.

“I think I should go home,” Blue said, as all the emotions in the world tornadoed inside her. She didn’t know how to feel or what to do.

Ginger’s arms wrapped around Blue. Closing her eyes, appreciating the warmth, Blue let the other woman hug her tight. She needed the reassurance. Having feelings for an outlaw biker was complicated. For the first time, she felt like someone understood her situation.

CHAPTER 7

Mooky

Raising his arms above his head, Mooky stretched his back while the sun crested to start the day. After a few cracks, he twisted at his waist to get more kinks out. The iron-ass ride back to Ohio may not have been the wisest decision, but too late now.

Not that he had much of a choice. Prez had summoned him. He had to go. Add to that, he had a meeting with Mammoth’s brother in two hours. If the small house was in good shape, Mooky would rent it.

Living in the clubhouse was supposed to be a temporary thing. But shit, it’d been years now. He needed to fucking move yesterday. A room was no place to take his kids. He needed somewhere to be a dad and a family with Blue.

If that was still a possibility. Staying out of touch with Blue was unnatural. They weren’t in constant communication or anything, but they worked together. They spent almost every night together. Okay, maybe they were in constant contact but not in a bad way. It was natural, and not talking to her made his hands itch and his chest hurt.

Unfortunately, there was nothing to say. He couldn’t go to her, even in something as simple as a text, without the situation having changed in some way. She made her stance clear. They couldn’t be together if he was married. He needed to get unmarried and quick. The longer they stayed out of communication, the less likely he could salvage it.

The first step to fixing it would be getting a place of his own.

Thankfully, Mammoth had the hookup. His brothers always had his back. This was what the club was all about, brotherhood. As long as he didn’t screw it up like he had everything else in his life.

At the curb, he took a deep breath as he took in his mother’s home. The morning dew clung to the blades of grass, and the neighborhood felt still, except for a few squirrels running across leafy branches.

Nothing was out of the ordinary. Yet everything was on the cusp of change. For the first time in a long while, things would get better.

With the night barely gone, he doubted many were awake. Hell, he was barely conscious. He’d do anything for a bed, but he didn’t have time.

Mooky pulled his cell phone from the inside pocket of his cut. Before he swiped at the screen, he checked the time. Yeah, he’d make it to the final walk-through to sign the rental papers. But first, a shower. Then he’d make breakfast for his kids.

He needed to wash the road from himself. He stunk like a week old skunk carcass on the side of the road. The wind only blew off so much.

Freedom grazed Mooky’s fingertips. He’d sent Nate to end the marriage. The fact that he hadn’t heard from the lawyer since had to be a good sign. No hiccups. Right?

Trying to be optimistic, he told himself there weren’t any barriers. Nate and his team didn’t have to brainstorm or go at it with a different strategy if Nate hadn’t called. Or the lawyer handled it himself.

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