Page 3 of The Biker's Second Chance
“You’re mistaken,” I lie.
My heart’s banging in my chest, and every nerve in my body is firing. I hope to God it doesn't show. I do not want to give this man the satisfaction of being right.
“I really don't care why you’re back or how long you’re staying. Let's just agree to stay out of each other's way, and we'll be fine.”
He gives me another cocky grin. “I’m not agreeing to stay out of your way, Gina. You’re too pretty to look at.”
I roll my eyes. Sean was always a charmer, and nothing’s changed.
“I’m done in here.” Meaning with the kitchen clean up and done with this conversation.
“I’ll give you a ride home on the back of my bike.”
A memory flashes into my mind. Cruising down the highway. Gripping Sean’s waist with my chest pressed into his back, my hair blowing in the wind. Young and in love and carefree. Stupidly thinking that this would be my forever.
“No thanks.” I shake the memory out of my head. That was two different people a lifetime ago. “Not necessary. I'm having work done on my bathroom, so I’m staying at the clubhouse tonight.”
“Now that’s a coincidence.” Sean cocks his head, a cocky sparkle in his eyes. “I’m staying here too.”
My mouth drops open before I can stop myself. “You are not.”
“Yes, I am, as it happens. Bruno insisted. I’ve already dumped my stuff in the last room on the right.”
It’s the room next to mine that’s joined by a shared bathroom. This couldn’t get any worse. But I can’t let Sean see now much it bothers me.
“Just stay out of my way, Sean, and we’ll be fine.”
I push past him and out of the kitchen, hoping that he doesn't hear the hammering of my heart as I pass by.
Sean O’Leary is staying the in room next to mine. The man who broke my heart so badly I swore off all men. The man who still makes my insides twist and my core tighten.
I'm so fucked.
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SEAN
The next day my mind's still on Gina. How good she looks after all these years.
She's even curvier than when I left, with a mouth-watering booty that I’d love to get my hands on. Sure, there are creases around her eyes that weren’t there before, but God damn that woman is a sight for sore eyes.
I knew she wouldn’t be pleased to see me, but I didn’t expect that level of coolness.
I never meant to leave her the way that I did. But the circumstances were something that I couldn't control.
I thought I could explain it in the letters, but she sent every one of them back unopened. After a while I gave up, telling myself it was the best thing for her. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to come back to the States and I didn’t want her to wait for me, for something I might not be able to give her.
I expected her to move on, as much as I hated the thought of it. Gina always wanted a load of kids, and I’m sad that hasn’t happened for her. But also relived. The jealous bastard in me can’t stand the thought of her being with anyone else.
I’m nursing a cup of coffee in the clubhouse the next morning when Bruno sits down opposite me. He slides me a bacon sandwich and bites into one of his own.
“Are you back for good?” he asks between mouthfuls.
It’s just like Bruno to get down to business, no small talk.
“I hope so.”
The club was my life before I left the States, and I hate that I had to leave it behind the way that I did. I missed it almost as much as I missed Gina.
