Page 122 of Reaper's Claim

My stomach dropped and I nodded my head.

“What was he doing?”

“Last time I saw him, he had a tight grip on a bottle of Jack Daniels.”

That was true, kind of.

***

The day was hot, and it engulfed me when I stepped out onto the lot.

“Taking the cast off today?” Brad popped up out of nowhere and was at my side.

I grinned, “Yep, no more plaster.”

“Want a lift into town? I can take you.”

“You heading into town, Reynolds?” Reaper stepped out from the shed, his eyes on Brad.

“Wasn’t gonna,” Brad stared back at Reaper, “but I can.”

“Well I am, so I’ll take her.” His tone was hard and blunt. Like there was no argument, and I sure as hell wasn’t giving any input.

“Um well, let’s go then.” I gestured for him to get his ass moving because I was not missing this appointment.

I gave Brad a smile and thanks. My stomach twisted into a tight knot. I was kind of hoping Reaper and I wouldn’t be having any time alone. I didn’t want that awkward conversation.

Seems like I wasn’t going to get a choice about it though.

***

It felt like my arm was a feather, free and light and awesome. I had gotten used to how heavy the cast was but now it was gone, my arm had turned into a feather.

“Want something to eat?” Reaper asked when we stepped out of the clinic.

Guess now was time for that awkward conversation.

“You got time for that?” I asked, pulling my sunnies down and following him to his bike.

I was so used to the way people stepped out of his way now that I wasn’t even fussed by the glances and staring.

He mounted his bike and handed me a helmet. “I’ve always got time for you.”

It wasn’t the sweetest thing he could say, but it was pretty darn close to it.

I gripped his shoulder, throwing my other leg over the bike.

Just touching him sent lust through my blood. I didn’t know what to say back to that, so I said nothing and just linked my arms around him.

Chapter 52

Abby

You don’t dance with the devil and not get burnt. In saying that, you have to be in hell to be able to dance with him in the first place.

I snuck a sideways glance at Kade as we waited in line. It was noticeable how people were giving us a wide birth, and I wasn’t the only one giving Kade sideway glances.

I wonder if it annoyed him how people just openly stared at him.

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