Never have.
They come and go.
Distractions.
Nothing that sticks around longer than a night.
But Emma?
Emma crawled into my head and slammed the damn door behind her.
And I’ve got a feeling she’s not planning on leaving.
Riot nudges my arm.
“You’re doing that thing again.”
I blink.
“What thing?”
“Staring at nothing like you want to murder someone.”
I finish the beer in one long swallow.
“Maybe I do.”
Riot grins.
“Emma?”
I glare at him.
He laughs.
“Yeah. Definitely Emma.”
Knox glances between us.
Then he smirks.
“Prez finally met a woman that doesn’t listen.”
Diesel chuckles.
“About time.”
I shoot them both a look that shuts them up immediately.
But Riot just leans back in his chair, completely entertained.
“Careful, boys,” he says lazily.
“Pretty sure she’s already living in his head rent-free.”
A few brothers nearby laugh quietly.
I grab another beer.
