Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
I stare at her and give her a small smile. “I think we can do that. I’ve missed it, too.”
The relief in her face makes me happy.
I do want our friendship back. I want it all back.
My whole life.
“Have you heard any more from Romeo?” Briella asks, taking a bite of her own sandwich.
“Yeah, he has text me a few times. He’s coming this way next week with all the documents, and he asked if we can hang out and get to know each other. It’s so weird, knowing I have a brother...”
“He seems like a nice guy. I’m sure you two will grow close. It’s good for you to have a family again.”
“Yeah,” I nod. “It really is.”
“Did he deal with the men who were after you?”
I nod. “Alarick said he was happy to take care of it, and he confirmed he had a few days ago. I guess with everything going on, I didn’t even think too much about it. I’m glad that’s over though.”
“I can imagine, it must feel nice to finally be safe.”
It really does.
“What are you two yabberin’ about?”
We turn and see Alarick and Cohen walking into the room, both shirtless, both with their wet hair falling around their faces. My god, we’re two lucky ladies. My eyes move down Cohen’s body, across those tight muscles and damp skin. Suddenly, I don’t have an appetite for food. I have an appetite for him.
I stand, taking our two plates of sandwiches.
“I’m going to finish these in my room,” I say, locking eyes with the gorgeous man in front of me.
He grins and extends his arm. “Lead the way.”
Oh, yummy.
Bring. It. On.
“HOW ARE YOU FEELING, Lilian?” I ask, smiling at her as she sits on the sofa at the club.
“I’m okay,” she says softly. “It’s weird, being here with all of you. I never thought...”
I know that feeling.
She never thought she would ever escape.
I give her my warmest expression. “You’re here now, and you’re family. We’re going to make sure you have everything you need.”
She smiles at me. “I know, you have all been so nice.”
“How’s your dad?”
She nods and then rolls her eyes. “He hates being in the hospital. He’s grumpy, but I like him a lot.”
I laugh. “They’re all grumpy sometimes, honey. That’s just bikers.”
Her smile widens.
I go to the bar to grab another drink.
Alarick has put on a cookout to welcome Lilian to the family. It’s nice being back here, all together, finally feeling free from the pressure the entire situation was bringing.
“How do you feel now we’re home?” Merleigh asks me when I approach the bar.
She’s waiting to collect two drinks for her and Bohdi.
“I’m glad to be back. What about you, honey?”
She nods. “Yeah, I’m glad that’s over.”
“You and Bohdi seem to be getting along well,” I say, winking at her.
She laughs softly. “We really do get along well, but he’s so closed off. I still don’t know anything about him. He just doesn’t open up...at all. I tell him everything, but he gives me nothing.”
Yes, Bohdi certainly is an interesting one.
“I’m sure he’ll come ‘round. Give him time. Maybe he has a past that’s hard to talk about.”
I know how that feels.
“Yeah, I’m certain he does. Come and have a drink with us?”
I nod, and we walk outside to a large wooden table where everyone is sitting. I sit beside Cohen, and Merleigh sits across from us next to Bohdi. He gives her a nod when she places the drink down in front of him. There is a warmth in his eyes when he looks at her, a depth that certainly goes deeper than friendship. I wonder what he’s so afraid to share with her?
What kind of secrets is he keeping?
We talk for hours, laughing and joking, and as the night slowly goes on, everyone unwinds. The pressure of the last few weeks dissipates. It’s about seven p.m. when a car pulls into the club parking lot. I figure it must be Zariah and Kendric, coming back from whatever it is that kept them from being here earlier, but instead, a young woman and two children get out of the car.
“They must have the wrong address or be lost,” I say, watching as the woman carries one of the kids on her hip and holds the other one's hand as she walks into the club.
She approaches the group, and up close, I see she is very pretty. Long, blonde hair that’s very surfer type. It’s not soft and flowing, but it’s not a dreadlock style. It’s kind of in-between. Like she has spent her days in the sun and the sand. She has piercing blue eyes and tanned skin. The little kids are the same, both of them clearly boys and both of them sporting long locks of blond hair, blue eyes, and little beaded necklaces around their necks. They’re gorgeous kids.