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“Any more questions?” I ask her.

Her eyes meet mine, her breath catching in her throat. She’s quiet for a long moment, lost in my eyes. A car driving by honks, breaking the spell.

“No. Not right now.”

I nod. “Let’s get going then.”

I take her through the desert until we get to my personal home. I don’t come out here much, but I like to have it.

When I turn off the bike, Natalie asks me, “Where are we?”

“This is my house. Most of us have another property outside of the club.”

I hold my hand out, helping her get off before I get off too. She’s staring up at the house in awe, so I step in front of her, pulling her helmet off. After doing the same with mine and setting them both on the bike, I brush her hair away from her face.

“Is this why you haven’t minded giving me your room at the clubhouse?”

“You do realize that other than the first night and again last night, I’ve been sleeping in the room next to yours, right?”

She gasps, her eyes widening. “There was an empty room next to yours?”

“No. It’s Wrath’s. He’s been sleeping in one of the bunk rooms, I think. Either way, he knew I’d want to be close in case you needed me.”

I watch the emotions flash on her face. She’s not sure how to feel.

Trailing my hand down her arm, I wrap her fingers in mine.

“Let me give you the tour.”

* * *

I think something has changed.

Harrison is holding my hand. Not only that, but I like it.

It’s not the first time he’s reached for me, but it’s the first time he hasn’t let go of my hand immediately.

I was sure I wouldn’t ever feel this way again, but between this morning in bed with him and now, I think he’s slowly changing my mind.

He took me on the ride of my life. I’ve never liked motorcycles, but being on one with him is exhilarating.

It’s freeing.

Today is the first time I truly have felt like I was able to relax. Other than the brief run-in with the cop, I haven’t been looking over my shoulder. I’ve been living in the moment with him.

Then he brought me here. To his home.

“Why don’t you have an old lady?” I blurt out as he unlocks the door.

He snorts, stepping inside to turn off the alarm.

“You are very blunt, aren’t you, baby girl?”

“Sorry,” I cringe. “That was a bit direct, huh?”

He shuts the door behind me before caging me in against it.

“I like direct. It leaves no room for interpretation. I don’t have an old lady because in the past I never wanted one. No woman ever caught my attention long enough to make me take notice.”

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