Because I’m losing myself.
Because she’s the fire.
Because I’m already burning.
I shove away from her like I’m saving both our lives.
But neither of us is saved.
Not anymore.
Chapter 29
Sophie
The Lockup smells like beer, sweat, leather, and whatever the hell the boys cooked in the kitchen earlier.Legend’s arm is heavy across my shoulders as he steers me through the crowd toward the bar, proud as a man showing off a prize he finally caught.
“Knew that cut would look good on you,” he murmurs against my ear, and I warm all over at the sound of it.
Biker’s doing everything he can to get in my pants again.And I’m being nice.Because I talked to Becki.Because she agreed to at least think about helping me catch her father in the act.Because I almost believe she’s not trying to take the club down and force Legend back to her.
Almost.And I know it’s foolish.
Truth is, I miss my biker, and the fun that comes with him.
The cut is too big.Heavy.Smells faintly like his cologne and his Harley, and it keeps slipping off one shoulder.Across the back in big white block letters it reads,Property of Legend.
Tonight, he made a new addition.
He uncaps the Sharpie he stole from Oaks earlier and grabs the hem of my T-shirt.“Hold still.”
“I swear to God, Hudson Welles, if you write something stupid…”
He writes something true.
Ol’ Lady To Be
In huge, crooked letters across my chest like he’s tagging a building.
The brothers roar with laughter.Rye actually claps.
Legend kisses the marker stain just above the writing.“Perfect.”
He is smug.I’m tipsy.We are disgustingly happy.Despite our guest.For just a moment.
I shove his shoulder.“You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” he says, grinning.“But I’m yours.”
I roll my eyes and head toward the bathroom before I pee myself.Too much bourbon, not enough dignity left in me to argue.
The women’s room door sticks halfway, and I have to shoulder into it.The light flickers like in a horror movie.I’m already mentally composing my lecture to the boys about cleaning this place more than once a century.
I drop onto the toilet with a relieved sigh, reach blindly for the toilet paper.And grab something warm.
And soft.
And… moving.
