Page 8 of Her Possessive Biker
“Tell Auntie Camden all your secrets.”
I snort. “One: never call yourself Auntie Camden again. Two: if I start talking, we’ll be here until Jim kicks us out. Though I’m just working half a shift today.”
She waves a hand. “Please. It’s my day off and Diego’s picking me up later anyway. Spill it.”
Diego "Deadeye Sanchez". Camden’s biker boyfriend. The man is a walking murder stare wrapped in tattoos and possessive tendencies, and yet they somehow work. They’re the weirdest, most adorable chaos couple I’ve ever seen.
They also convinced me that not all bikers are cavemen.
Still not convinced that applies toHolt.
Yeah, I found out his name.Holt Gunner.
Though… I’m partial toReaper, especially when he saysAngellike it belongs to me.
I glance over my shoulder. Jim’s arguing with a supplier about egg prices. No one’s paying attention to me.
I lean toward Camden. “Remember the biker I told you about? From the other night?”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “Obviously. I tried to get Diego to spill, but he clammed up like a vault.”
I smack her arm. “Why would you do that?”
She shrugs, grinning. “I thought I could help.”
“Anyway, I keep thinking about him. It’s weird. It’s infuriating. It’s—”
“Sexy?”
“Camden.”
She laughs. “Sorry, sorry. But like… did you have anydreamsabout him? Maybe the kind that come with arating?”
“Cam!”
She winks. “Just asking.”
I groan and drop my forehead to the counter. “I must be going crazy, but… I think I’ve seen him before. I mean—really seen him. I didn’t notice at first, but now… I think he’s been watching me for a while.”
“Really?” She perks up like this is the best gossip she’s heard in months. “That’s juicy. You sure?”
“No.” I sigh. “Of course not. It’s just a feeling.”
I sit up. “He hasn’t come by since that night.”
Camden softens. “Ohhh.”
“Yeah.” I fiddle with a sugar packet, tearing it down the side. “I wish Cal were here. I miss talking to him.”
Just saying it makes my chest ache.
I haven’t heard from him in months. The last call was a rushed, “I’m okay, stay safe, don’t do anything stupid,” followed by static. I hung up, screamed at the empty air, and cried into my pillow like I was seventeen again.
Still mad at him. Still miss him so much it settles in my bones.
Camden’s voice gentles. “He’s your brother, Cass. He loves you. He left because he had to.”
“I know.” I blow out a breath. “Talking about it isn’t going to make him magically show up.”
