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“You know, Woods…” she shakes her head and pinches the bridge of her nose, “forget it.Doesn’t matter.”

“That’s your problem, Faye.You don’t give a shit.”

“Don’t tell me how I feel,” the words come out sounding as empty as her eyes look when her gaze meets mine.

“What do you want me to say, then?You tell me, babe.”

“I don’t know, but this isn’t working.We aren’t working.”

“So what?You’re giving up?You’re done?”

A fat tear rolls down her cheek.“Maybe.”

“Fucking perfect.That’s great.”

I shove out the door and head to the kitchen to see how much more fucked my day can get.

Chapter Nine

“Wheredidallofthese people come from?”I question Low as she pulls up to the clubhouse and shuts off the truck.

“It’s Friday night,” she says, like I should know what that means.“Put on something cute and meet me out back.”

“Okay.”It isn’t like I have anything better to do.I glance around at the sea of motorcycles and vehicles parked in the grassy field next to the house.Music blares from every direction, competing with the roar of laughter echoing around us.I grab my shopping bags from the back of the truck.

“Need some help?”Foolish wrestles them from my grip before I can decline his offer.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Oh my God, Dirty!”Low squeals and throws herself at a man who closely resembles Woods, but is slightly taller, with different tattoos.They could pass as twins.“What are you doing here?”

“I paroled.”

“Shut up.Should you even be here?Won’t you like get into trouble for being around the club?”

Foolish and I continue past them.

“Who is that?”I ask him.

“Dirty.That’s Prez’s twin brother.”

“His brother?”Huh.I was right about them passing as twins.I wonder if he’s single.Not that I want to go there.That’s the last thing I need.

“One of them.He has four.”

Interesting.

He kicks the front door open and takes my bags down the hall to my room and sits them on the couch that takes up the middle of the room.

“Are all of Woods’ brother’s bikers?”

“All but Fletcher.”

“What’s he do?”

“He’s the sheriff.”

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