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I hadn’t even picked up on his voice.

“No, I’m not fucking pissing off with a woman, I’m with Abby,” Brad continued to talk to Reaper.

Reaper must have thought Brad was slacking off when really he was doing what he told them. I had just tagged along.

“Abby Harrison, what other Abby would I be talking about?” Brad snapped.

My stomach twisted.

“We’ll be back when we are fucking back, and you better have an apology for Abby when you see her.” With that said, Brad hung up the phone and indicated to get back on the highway.

“Sorry about that, Abby.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not. Reaper has been more hormonal than normal lately. You’re no whore.”

“Thanks.”

I didn’t know what to say. Was it my fault Reaper was in a bad mood? Or was it because he had just come back from a long trip?

I made myself stop thinking about him. He was a waste of time. Even though everything inside me was screaming to send him a message, I didn’t.

He couldn’t handle me.

I was too much of a risk for him.

Reminding myself of these facts stopped me from thinking about him further.

“So back to food. I’m hungry.” I changed the subject before Brad asked a question or I let Reaper’s harsh words get to me.

I guess Brad was right about having two sides. It seems I had just heard the other side to my Reaper.

***

We had pulled into a twenty-four hour dinner and taken a booth up the back away from all the people who were openly staring at us.

That leather vest sure did bring attention to us.

I sat across from Brad and placed my elbows on the table, resting my head on my hands.

“I wonder how long it takes for them to make a burger here,” I grumbled.

“I’m sure they won’t be long,” Brad said while playing on his phone.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” I asked Brad, grabbing his attention.

“What?”

I don’t know if it was because I had been with him all day, but I felt relaxed, and I felt like I could ask him anything, so I was going to before the feeling went away.

“Do you still talk to Linda?”

Linda was his girl for years, but she started out as a club girl, and everyone knew that you didn’t make a club girl your official woman.

An emotion covered his eyes for a moment, and his jaw clenched slightly. “No. She moved upstate, she’s married now. Heard she was knocked up as well.”

I was surprised he gave me an honest answer. “Do you miss her?”

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