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“It’s a talent. Where’s Sparrow?” We walk over to our reserved table.
“Under Malachi, probably.” I snort as the woman in question walks up behind her and hears the comment.
“She’s standing behind me, isn’t she?” I nod at Glitch.
“For your information, he was under me. This dry spell you’re in has made you bitter and moody, Lacey. Are you stillin the doghouse?” Aspen sits down before pouring herself and Lacey a mimosa.
“I don’t even remember what pussy tastes like anymore.” I almost spit my whiskey out of my nose.
“Jesus Christ,” I grab my napkin as they both chuckle at me.
“You could have just said yes, but I appreciate Hannah’s reaction.” Aspen smiles as she, for once, isn’t the butt of the jokes.
“I really don’t want to talk about it. Kids are just not an option.” I take another sip of my drink and catch leather out of the corner of my eye.
I turn towards it on high alert.
This damn biker stalker has me on edge. He or she has never done anything to me. Or talked to me, for that matter, which just makes the whole situation even creeper. If I could just get a good look at his face.
Fucking stupid helmet.
“You ok, Hannah?” I turn back to the conversation I’ve been ignoring.
“Yeah, sorry. Thought I saw someone.” A waiter walks up to me and places a new drink in front of me.
“I didn’t order that,” I comment when he hands me a card.
“A biker at the bar sent it over for you with this.” I take the note and wait for him to walk away before reading it.
Please get more rest, Corazon.
You look tired.
My head pops up, and I look just in time to see my mysterious biker go out the side door.
“Motherfucker,” I stand and start pushing people out of my way, but I just make it outside in time to see the familiar Ducati speeding away.
“I could ask Malachi to run the plate.” I hang my head and sigh.
“No, I won’t ask for favors unless this asshole crosses a line.” Aspen turns me to look at her.
“Hannah, he’s following you and leaving notes now. The line is miles behind us.” I nod and take her hand in mine.
“When I need help, I’ll ask.” She narrows her eyes at my bold-ass lie.
“Promise?”
I don’t believe me, why should she?
CHAPTER TWO
DIEGO
I standin my outdoor shower after swimming my morning laps.
I crossed a line last night. But I fucking miss her. Seeing her isn’t enough. I need to hear her voice. Feel her skin on mine. Taste her lips. It’s been too many fucking years of pure torture.
I’ve waited long enough.
