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“Oh, hey Abby. How’s your wrist, love?” Cameron asked, I hadn’t realized it was him Reaper was speaking to.

Reaper’s head turned in my direction, and I watched his smile fall. Well, that hurt.

“It’s all right.” I lied. It was aching today, and I think it had something to do with the fact Kim thought having a broken wrist was no excuse to not be able to help her carry her bags at the mall.

“You’re the onlygirl I know who could pull off a cast, darlin’.” Cameron attempted to make me feel better. “Good to see you girls are back too, your old manthought you had split.”

Funny, because he was the one who had sent us away for the day.

“What’s with all the extra bikes?” I nodded my head at the new row of motorbikes.

“Upgrades,” Cameron smirked, and I knew behind that confident smirk there was a story.

I glanced at Reaper, hoping he would say something, but he didn’t. I could literally feel my heart pump a few extra beats. He just filled my mind with fantasies.

”Did they fall off the back of the truck?” I asked, wanting to keep some sort of a conversation flowing.

“You ask a lot of questions for someone who is meant to be keeping her nose clean.” Cameron gave me a challenging smirk.

I shrugged my shoulders.

I glanced at Reaper, hoping he was going to say something, but he didn’t. Which made me standing here awkward.

“Abby?” Brad walked out of the garage with grease on his forehead. “Thought that was your voice.” His face softened with a smile.

He had been so kind to me the other night, which reminded me.

I opened up my handbag and pulled out a small plastic shopping bag. “I got you something,” I said, taking a few steps towards him. “I really hope it fits.”

I noticed his belt looked really worn and I knew he hated shopping so when I saw it, it was a bit of an impulse buy.

I immediately started to second guess myself when he pulled it out of the plastic shopping bag.

“Um. It was kind of an impulse buy. If it doesn’t fit you, I can um take it back. You don’t have to like, wear it if you don’t want to.”

There was this thing about Brad. He didn’t smile much or laugh. Actually, when it came to it, bikers just aren’t really a happy bunch, so smiling in general doesn’t happen.

Which is why I was slightly stunned when I saw a big grin on his face.

“Thanks, Abby.” He honestly liked the belt and wrapped it around his waist, checking if it fit. Which it did.

“As long as you like it.”

I could feel the scorch of Reaper’s glare.

“Thanks, miss.” He gave me a wink while threading his old belt out and putting the new one on.

“Well, I’m gonna head inside. Dad might be looking for me.”

An awkward blanket had just wrapped around me, and I did the only thing I knew how to do, run.

Brad was throwing his old belt in the trash when I headed inside. Was it stupid of me to expect Reaper to speak to me?

He messaged me, acted like he wanted to talk to me, then becomes a mute when I do show up.

That is so totally him.

Chapter 34

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