Page 17 of Lore
“The lawyer,” I surmise, taking in his professional look.
“How can you tell?” he teases.
I gesture over his clothing. “I think it’s the lack of leather.”
He smirks and sits next to me. “I hear you have a husband you need to get rid of.”
“Yes, please. Can we start referring to him as my ex-husband? As far as I’m concerned, I don’t even know that man anymore. We’re just two strangers related to the same child.”
Ora laughs, resting her hands on her stomach. “Dove looks just like you, so you could simply pretend he doesn’t exist.”
“I plan on it.”
Suit rakes his hand through his hair and studies me a little too closely. “I’ll handle your ex. Don’t worry about a thing, all right?”
“Thank you,” I reply quietly.
He reaches over to touch my face, and I flinch. “Sorry,” I apologize, and he shakes his head.
“Don’t apologize. Whoever hurt you is going to get what’s coming to him.” He tilts his head to the side. “Just how set are you on giving Lore a second chance?”
“Suit!” Ora gasps, standing up and scowling at him.
“Second chance? With Lore?” I reply with a furrowed brow, using his club name for the first time.
I’m the only one calling him Hunter, and no one even knows who that is. Hunter was the man who told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. Lore is the manwhore who killed that dream to live a very different lifestyle.
And who said Lore would want a second chance? He has it made here. If I wasn’t enough for him before, I sure as hell won’t be now.
He can call me his in front of his friends all he wants, but it doesn’t mean anything. After what I’ve been through, he wants to protect me. I like that it hasn’t changed.
Suit smiles slowly. The last thing I need right now is a man, but even I can’t help but notice how attractive he is. And so different from the other men in the clubhouse. “Unlike Lore, I don’t have a problem dating a beautiful woman with kids.”
Oh boy.
Good to know.
“Of course, that’s one of his rules,” I mutter, and Suit laughs.
“Suit,” Ora warns, her blue eyes narrowing and her hands going on her hips. “Obviously, that rule doesn’t apply to the mother of his child. You need to stop before Lore hears you.”
“Come on now. She sounds confused about having something going on with Lore.” Suits smirks, winking at me. “You ever been on the back of a bike?”
I shake my head.
That’s the second Lore decides to show up with Rider next to him like his little clone. They both frown, and it’s identical.
“What did you just say?” Lore asks Suit in a low, lethal voice.
Suit’s steel-gray eyes drop to Rider, and I know he bites back what he really wants to say when he looks away. “I didn’t stutter, you heard me.”
“Did you miss the part where I claimed her?” His tone is calm but deadly. I think having Rider and a heavily pregnant woman here is the only thing that’s stopping a fight right now. “Not to mention what she’s just been through. She doesn’t need this.”
I share a wide-eyed look with Ora, who pulls out her phone to send a quick text, likely to War, unless she’s just updating their group chat in real-time. I’m not surprised Lore is the only one with a dick who’s been welcomed by the women.
He’s a natural flirt.
He’s been that way since I met him in high school.
