How did I find the truth in the middle of this mess?
A motorcycle club touted as the worst of the worst showed me their goodness today.
But they wanted to keep all of that a secret.
I entered the closet and scanned the shelves.
Someone had organized them, labeling the sides in crisp, bold writing.
Bishop. I’d never seen him write anything, but I knew it was his penmanship.
How could I possibly recognize something so personal?
What happened tonight, and why did I feel like everything had changed?
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BISHOP
The constant pull of my shoulder blades forced my arms into a tightness I’d not experienced in a long time.
I rolled my neck from side to side, then pulled my shoulder to my ear and forced it down.
The routine stretch helped with the physical ache of tension but not the emotional one roaring through my blood so fast, my heart hammered my ribs.
Rafe paced in front of the windows, hands on his hips and a permanent scowl on his face.
Noelle laughed, the sound so bright and bubbly that it snapped my head around.
She stood in the kitchen with Colt, Rafe’s younger brother.
The two of them worked together with a familiarity that made me want to tear into the space between them and demand Colt back the hell away from our woman.
I didn’t.
Couldn’t.
Colt rolled his eyes at something Noelle said and shook his head. “No. Not like that.”
He made twisting motions with his hands, then launched into a detailed description of how he cut the vegetables for the soup.
Noelle picked up a knife from the butcher block counter and held it out to him.
“You’re going to have to show me. I don’t understand.”
My fingers twitched and curled into fists.
The heat of my next breath rivaled what pumped out of the fireplace.
I dragged my favorite overstuffed chair close to the flames and dropped into the cushy seat.
“Hey, Rafe, you want us to go all out?” Colt shouted.
Rafe pivoted on his heel. “Yeah. I sent a few guys to put the word out. I’d rather have too much than not enough. Use everything.”
Colt’s eyes widened, and he diced faster than ever. “Never heard him say that before.”
I turned away from them and concentrated on the flames dancing in the grate.
