Page 41 of Fallen Rider

It shouldn’t sting. I know Dane’s a biker. I know what his life is and has been. I know he has a history before me, but it’s a kick to the gut. Has he been with Lola? Pepper? The other club bunnies?

I don’t want to know, but part of me needs to know.

But it’s his past.

We all have one…

I’m hardly a blushing virgin. I didn’t go to his bed with my virginity intact. Why would I expect him to?

His past is just that… his past.

I pull my text-to-speak app up and type in, “Jealousy isn’t a good look on you.”

I forgo the added ‘bitch’ although I really want to give it to her.

I channel my brother, Jem, and I give her a shit-eating grin. Then I turn and walk away from her, but the seeds of doubt are planted firmly in the garden, sowing discomfort and I have no idea how to stop them sprouting.