Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
But that wasn’t the case.
Not even close.
Londyn had always been the one for me. I knew that. Hell, everyone knew it. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see her or talk to her or read her letters. I couldn’t. I knew it would only make it that much harder to keep myself from trying to get her back.
But she didn’t know that.
She just knew I wouldn’t talk to her.
The thought made me think of Candace and the asshole who’d left her in the lurch. She barely knew the guy, but it still fucked her up that he’d cut her off. And I blamed him one hundred percent. I didn’t know him. I didn’t know his story. Didn’t care to know. I just knew he’d fucked over my friend and left her to deal with a pregnancy scare on her own.
And without even knowing what I was doing, I’d done the same to Londyn.
Damn.
I swallowed hard, feeling the lump in my throat grow as I read another letter. Each one left me engulfed with emotion. I’d missed so much, years with her and time with Dalton, and I only had myself to blame. I had to fix it, and I have to fix it now. And there was only one way to do that.
I needed to see her.
There was just one problem.
I had no idea where she lived.
I needed Bones—the club’s hacker. I would’ve just gone down to his room, but it was late. He was more than likely with Elsie, so I grabbed my phone from my back pocket and dialed his number. After a couple of rings, he answered, “You got Bones.”
“Hey, brother. I hate to call so late, but I need you to do something for me.”
“Yeah, no problem.” He cleared his throat, then asked, “What do ya need?”
“I need you to find some information on someone.”
“Okay. Give me a second.” I could hear him shuffling around, and moments later, he was back. “What’s the name?”
“Londyn Hollings. She lives in the city, but I have no idea where.”
“Okay. Shouldn’t be too hard to track her down.”
“I need everything you can find on her, brother. And I mean everything, especially over the last five years.”
“I’m on it," Bones replied, his fingers already clacking away on his keyboard.
I didn’t want to waste time, so I changed out of my suit and put on a T-shirt and jeans I had stashed in my dresser. I grabbed my spare boots from the closet, and I’d just slipped them on when Bones announced, “Okay. I think I found it.”
“Good. What’d you find?”
“Looks like she’s been living in an apartment on 5th Street for almost a year. Before that, she lived near campus. Looks like she’s working as a legal aid or something at the Richland firm on South. Other than that, there's not much else on her, but I can keep digging.”
“Thanks, brother. Text me her number and address and email me the rest.”
“You got it.”
I hung up the phone, and in a blink, a message came through from Bones. I got the number and used it to send Londyn a message, then shoved my phone in my back pocket and started out the door. I was just about to reach the back door when I heard Rooster call out to me, “Where ya headed, brother?”
“I gotta go talk to her.”
“Figured that was coming... You need a ride?”
“Nah, I’ll just take Betty.”
I had two bikes—a newer Street Glide Harley and Betty. Betty was my ol’ man’s Tour Glide. He’d gotten right after he and my mother married, and I’d been working for the past couple of years to get her back in pristine shape. And I’d done it. She was up and running, and I was eager to get rolling.
Rooster must’ve sensed my impatience and didn’t bother arguing. He simply nodded and said, “Just let me know if you need me.”
“You know I will.”
I headed out to the parking lot, and once I got over to my bike, I kicked my leg over the seat and slipped on my helmet. Seconds later, I was through the gate and driving towards the address Bones had sent me. I had so many things I wanted to say to her, but I had to be careful with my words. I couldn't just show up on her doorstep and expect her to just forget the past and welcome me with open arms.
It was going to take time—for both of us.
When I got to her place, I took a deep breath and got off my bike, then made my way up to Londyn’s front door. I took a deep breath and raised my hand to knock, hesitating only for a moment before finally making contact with the door. After what felt like an eternity, Londyn opened the door, and she looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a simple white nightgown that hugged her curves in all the right places, and her hair was pulled back in a messy bun.