Page 52 of Entangled By You
Broke down my walls.
Made me think we were finally moving past everything between us.
I thought I could finally love again. But this… It’s too much.
“You lied,” I whisper, not sure if he can hear me, but I’m too tired to care right now.
I need space—time to think and process. I push myself up from the chair, ready to say just that, but his deep timbre stops me in my tracks.
“You lied, too, Lexi.”
It’s a gut punch. A big, plain as day, you fucked up too. He’s right, I did lie, but that was years ago. This is now.
“Then maybe there are too many lies between us. Maybe we’re too broken to repair.”
A vein ticks near his temple, carrying the tension through his tightening jaw. I swear I hear a gasp from Harlow, but if I look up and see her emotional, I’ll crack.
I need out of here right now.
With nothing left to say, I do the only thing that makes any sense to me right now: I flee for the front door.
The blaring orange glow of the low fuel light taunts me. I can’t keep driving around all night. I need to decide what I’m doing, and I need to do it fast before I wind up stranded on the side of the road. That’s just what my pregnant ass needs.
It took me all of two seconds after logging into my bank account to know a hotel room was out of the question, shit, I couldn’t even afford the crusty motel on the edge of town that truckers stop at.
There’s really only one good option left.
My tires crunch across the gravel until I pull into a spot at the front of the clubhouse. I don’t know if they’ll let me stay, but it’s a last resort. If they don’t, maybe they’ll at least let me park here overnight so I’m somewhat protected.
I draw in a deep, settling breath and unfold myself from the car. There’s old rock playing loud enough to welcome me, but it’s not as rowdy as when a full-blown party is raging.
Thank God, I don’t think I could handle that sort of energy tonight. Then again, it’d make it a hell of a lot easier to sneak right in, find an empty bedroom, and lock myself away until morning, leaving the guys here likely none the wiser.
Since the garage door isn’t up like usual and the front door’s closed, I wonder if I should go right in and see if one of the guys I recognize is around or knock and pray someone hears it.
The courage to barge inside isn’t in me tonight, so I knock. Nothing happens for a beat. They probably didn’t hear me over the music. I lift my hand to pound a little harder this time, but it pulls open instead.
A tall man with a thick mustache and a bandana tied around his head looks me up and down before yelling over his shoulder to someone I can’t see, “Who invited the pregnant Girl Scout?”
Hardy Har, I think to myself, but can’t help looking down at my outfit. There’s nothing Girl Scout about it. I’m still in sweats and a T-shirt. Pierce must have gotten me into them at some point after I passed out earlier.
The only redeeming quality is that it’s his T-shirt, the one I wore here last time, the one with the club’s patch on it.
Before I can respond, the door pulls open wider, revealing Tank—one of the older guys in the club. He works closely withmy brother, and I know he recognizes me the moment our eyes meet.
“Lexi?”
“Hey.” I wave awkwardly.
“Uhh...” he stutters, lifting his tatted hand to rub the back of his neck. “Si’s not here right now.”
“I’m not looking for him.”
“Pierce ain’t here either.” He looks nervous, which only makes me more anxious to answer.
“I know.”
“Ooookay, what are you doing here then? This ain’t a ladies’ night, and no offense to ya darlin’, but even if it was—” His eyes drift down to my pregnant stomach.
