“You say you ran after me because you wanted more of me, but all I can remember is you calling me a stupid cunt.”
“Fuck, baby, I?—”
“Do you really expect me to believe in what you are saying after that, Hunter?”
“No, but what I do want is for you to remember how good we were that night.”
“I don’t?—”
“And maybe allow a little grace for a man who just had his chance of having children again greatly reduced by a woman he wanted to fuck again, so he didn’t have care to his words and let his anger run free.”
“Or maybe, that man is just a complete asshole and proved that the entire morning.”
“I know I have to earn your forgiveness. I’m just asking you to give me that chance.”
“I don’t want to get food with your son, Hunter. Besides, I’m full from the picnic. I’m also not ready to spend extended time with you alone.”
“Sweetheart—”
“I’m sorry, Hunter. The most I can tell you right now is that I’m willing to talk to you and see if we can build a bridge for the sake of Skull and Torch, because I care about them. Plus, honestly, I like King. I want to help him rebuild your club. That’s as much as I can handle right now.”
“I’ll take it,” he says at once, surprising me.
“Okay,” I answer, and it’s whacked as shit, but a part of me is upset that he gave up so easily.God, my head is a mess.
“I only have one question. How are we supposed to talk and learn to trust one another if you aren’t willing to spend time with me?”
“I said extended time alone. Maybe we can meet at places of my choosing and most likely I will have others around me. We’ll see how that goes first,” I tell him, wondering if he’ll even agree. I don’t know if I want him to at this point, or if I’m praying that he will refuse.
“It’s a deal,” he murmurs.
“Okay,” I whisper quietly, like an idiot.
“Can I come by the garage tomorrow?” he asks at once.
“No.”
“Baby, I can’t make amends if you won’t give me a chance.”
“I won’t be there, Hunter.”
“Can I ask where you’ll be?” he asks carefully.
I give him a look. He surprises me by smiling and throwing his hands up. “Okay, okay. So maybe, the next day?”
“Fine. Come by around one. That’s when I usually take my lunch break.”
“I’ll bring some takeout. What would you like?” he asks.
“Surprise me,” I mutter.
“I’ll do my best,” he promises.
I take him back to the club and we don’t really talk. I’m too busy praying I’m not making a horrible mistake.
I have a bad feeling that I am.
Chapter 6
