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Eventually, Jett steps away from the door and moments later, the roar of several bikes take off up the street. I curl up on the floor, and that’s where I stay until Kimba comes home. I don’t have the strength left to do anything but cry.

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MY NEW ROOMMATE ANDI sit on her couch watching some true crime show on Netflix. I’m staring at Kimba’s snake instead because the horror of murder and blood spatter reports hits just a little too close to home. I could always retire to my room, but I don’t want to be alone right now.

Someone pounds on the front door, and fear and longing strike my heart. Is it wrong that I’m both dying for and praying that it won’t be Jett on the other side? I glance at Kimba, who’s already studying my reaction.

“Are you expecting him to come back?”

“I don’t know.” It’s Jett, so he could come here and demand I return home with him or he may never darken this door again. It’s so hard to tell with him.

“Do you want to see him?”

Yes. God, yes. “I don’t know.”

“Stay here.”

I nod and hit pause on the remote as Kimba walks to the front door. I rise and hide behind the wall that separates the hall from the kitchen because though I want to see him, I’m not sure I want him to see me.

“Bindings not tight enough for you, huh, Big Man?” Kimba says.

A beat later, Grim’s gruff response fills the hall. “Where is she?”

“By all means, enter my home, strange and scary biker.”

“Bitch, you’re testing my fuckin’ patience, and I just got here.”

I swallow hard and step out from my hiding spot. Grim’s eyes widen as he takes me in and a few long strides later, he wraps me in his arms. I sob into his chest as he rubs my back. “I came as soon as I could. Are you okay?”

“No.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No.Ihurt me.”

“As much as I hate to break up this snugglefest, I need a damn drink. All this chemistry between you two has left a bad taste in my mouth.”

“No one said you had to stay,” Grim growls.

“And yet you’re in my living room. We have a ‘play nice or get the hell out’ policy here. Of course, the bedroom has different rules.” The fluff on Kimba’s 1950s robe tickles my bare thigh as she passes, and she cranes her neck over her shoulder at us. “You can be as rough as you like between my sheets.”

Grim’s shoulders tighten as he glares at her and for the first time, I notice the faded bruise on his eye. I wince.Probably Jett’s handiwork. Grim doesn’t appear to be aware of my thoughts and he leans in and whispers, “Is she always like this?”

“Always,” Kimba and I say at once.

“So, you want a drink?” Kimba leans over the kitchen counter, her cleavage spilling from her negligee and robe. I have to hand it to her, the woman is an expert at seduction. “Or are you just going to brood some more?”

“Beer,” he barks.

Kimba’s lips twitch up in the corners and she levels him with a look that turns even my belly to liquid heat.Holy shit. I’ve never thought of women in that way before, but I’m beginning to see why Kimba’s bed is never cold for long.

“Say please.” She pops the tops off three bottles of beer and brings them to us. I take mine with a smile, but she holds Grim’s out and quickly darts it out of reach when he makes a grab for it.

“Please,” Grim says through his teeth.

“Good boy,” she whispers in a silky husk.

He snatches the beer off her and glances at the snake tank behind my head with a frown.

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