“You’re asking a lot of questions,” Twitch says offhandedly.
I find myself curious about everyone. I enjoy getting to know the people here and I feel I rarely get this one-on-one time with the men. I ignore Twitch and return my gaze to Cash.
“I think it’s all family shit. His dad had an affair and left for a new family. It was a messed-up situation. Rage is a good guy, but... pain affects people differently.” He clears his throat. “Would you two like another drink?”
My heart aches for Rage. I don’t understand how a parent could do that to their family. The dismissive way Cash speaks of pain makes me think someone hurt him too.
I peer at my half-full glass. “No, thank you.”
Everyone at the clubhouse has their own demons. It’s sad that bad things happen to good people.
Cash walks away, leaving just Twitch and me.
“Did you end up getting back to sleep last night?” he murmurs.
“Yes. Thank you for caring. The dreams still come now and then, but I’m not as anxious. Every day gets a little better.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Am I really that loud at night?” I ask shyly.
He shakes his head. “I heard you talking in your sleep, and that’s when you seem to have your bad dreams. Last night, I heard you cry out. It wasn’t loud, though, so don’t stress.”
“Then how did you hear it? I thought you were one of those people who could sleep through a hurricane.” He’s always one of the last to get up. I’m sure the only thing that rouses him is the smell of breakfast. Twitch loves his food.
“Since everything that happened, I’ve been worried about you. I think that alone has made me a light sleeper.”
His sincerity makes me want to jump his bones. “I know I’ve thanked you a million times, but you saved me that day. I don’t know if Ivy and I would still be alive if you and Demon hadn’t found us.” The thought of it sends shivers down my spine.
He stiffens. “But we did find you. They’re dead. You’re safe here.”
I reach over and straighten his motorcycle club vest, loving the sensation of leather between my fingertips. His cologne is fresh, like a sea breeze mingling with earthy sage. His eyes darken and slowly roam over me, lingering on my breasts before returning to my face. He licks his lips, and my panties dampen. Twitch makes me feel like I’m the most attractive woman in the world. No one has made me feel like that before.
I let go and take a gulp of wine, hoping to cool my flushed face. “I’m feeling left out. I’m the only woman who hasn’t got a club vest,” I joke. They’re for the ol’ ladies, but still.
“I’m sure Reaper would get you one if you wanted.”
The women wear property vests with their partners’ names, so that’s a hard no. And Reaper would never approve of me wearing anything that officially affiliates me with the club. “I highly doubt that.”
He’s cheeky grin says he agrees.
“So... how are you and Mercedez going?” I bring the glass to my lips and smirk over the rim.
With a groan and a roll of his eyes, he says, “We’re not together. I don’t know why everyone keeps saying that.”
Is he that naive?“She hasn’t gotten the memo. You act like a couple. The other sweet butts don’t latch onto the guys they are sleeping with like she does, and...” I glance away. “I’ve never seen you with anyone else.”
He looks away, deep in thought. “I’ve told her, but you’re right. I should keep more distance between us. She’s always been around.”
I believe him. He’s a genuine guy, so I don’t think he would hurt her deliberately, but he is hurting her, and the longer it goes on, the worse the fallout will be. I’ve noticed he avoids conflict, so I assume that also plays a part.
“I’ve only ever been hot for one woman.”
My heart rate increases. I have a feeling it’s me, but I play dumb. “Oh yeah,” I say mischievously. “And who’s that?”
He gives me a seductive grin and runs a hand through his thick, wavy hair. I sigh.Men shouldn’t be allowed to be that sexy.I stare at his lips and wonder if he’s a good kisser.
“I think you know exactly who I’m talking about.” He leans closer, his warm breath on my neck making goosebumps race up my arms. His voice drops to a low rumble that vibrates against my ear. “It’s you. It’s always been you.”
