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He grunted as he bent over to grab his underwear off the floor. “There’s no excuse.”
Why was he getting dressed?
“I have to go.” He buttoned his jeans, then sat beside her on the bed and took her hand. “God knows I’d rather stay here with you.”
So, do it.
He sighed. “But there’s club business I need to give my attention.” His scowl softened the longer he stared at her face. “You look so right, here in my bed. You belong here. With me.”
Damn right she did.
“Stay as long as you want.” He let go of her hand, then dropped a silver key into her palm. “Scott can’t let himself in anymore; I want you to have this. Be here any time. All the time. We’re going to figure this all out, Mandy, as long as we do it together.”
The image of her name on his back flashed through her mind, and her fingers curled around the metal in her palm. “We’ll figure it out,” she whispered.
He gave her a small smile, then stood and covered his beautiful chest with a T-shirt. “My brother is waiting outside. I’ll call you, okay?” His gaze raked over her one more time, and he strode out of the room. Moments later, she heard the door close behind him.
This wasn’t going to be easy. Nathan was going to be an issue. Scott. The club. Her father.
But they would figure out how to deal with it all. Together, they would find a way to put all their demons behind them.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Kane
Scott had an obnoxious smirk on his face when Kane walked out of the apartment. Like he took pleasure in forcing him out of bed with his girl.
Where was the guy who gave up two months of Saturdays to help him rebuild his engine last spring?
“You’re an asshole.” The idea he had to ride bitch behind his brother only made his irritation burn brighter, which was quite a feat, considering how pissed he felt walking away from a naked Mandy.
They’d been so close to making love this morning. He’d had no doubt she’d wanted him. Her body had been so wet and welcoming. She’d looked at him the same way she did the first time they were together.
She was right fucking there, and Scott had to ruin it.
He growled as he climbed on the bike behind his brother, and the bastard had the nerve to laugh.
“Stop whining, man. It’s only pussy; it’s not like you can’t hit it later.” Scott fired up the engine and pulled out onto the street. The wind and the purr of the motor made talking impossible on the way to the clubhouse, but once they arrived, Kane had plenty to say.
“You enjoyed being a blowhard back there. You’ve never liked Mandy. You made it clear back in the day. You probably cheered in the hospital waiting room when she dumped me.” He shoved at his brother’s shoulder as he climbed off. His adrenaline still needed an outlet after the shit her ex pulled at the work site.
“Aw, fuck you. You always put that gash before your family. Who put your sorry ass back together when she dropped you like yesterday’s garbage? Me.” Scott stalked toward him on the sidewalk. “Hell no, I don’t like her. She’s a rich, entitled cunt who thinks she is better than everyone else. Everyone, including you.”
He cocked back his fist, ready to pound Scott’s mouth shut, but his arm was caught in an iron grip.
“I don’t know what’s going on here,” Cue Ball rumbled, “but y’all need to stop. We’ve got work to do.”
That’s right. Malcolm had insisted on a club meeting, but Scott hadn’t said why. He relaxed in his friend’s grip. “I’m fine. Let’s go.”
The rest of the crew already sat around the table when they walked into the chapel.
“So glad you could join us,” Malcolm muttered. “Now, let’s call this meeting to order.” The low rumble of chatter died. “My son and I have been talking about the intersection of our two current business ventures and how one could impact the other.”
Thank God. Malcolm was finally taking his warning seriously.
“We’ve been running guns for the Russians for a while now, and though business there isn’t what it used to be, it’s a relationship I feel we should maintain. I’ve been thinking over the best way to do it, and Scott had an idea.”
Scott? Aw, fuck.