I’m about to respond when I see the door open to the clubhouse and watch Kane step outside. He looks fine as hell wearing his cut and tight black shirt.
“Give me a second, Havoc,” I say his new name and walk over towards Kane.
Kane places his sunglasses over his eyes then turns his body so that his back is to Havoc.
“Hey, we’re still meeting up after this, right? I’ve got something really important that needs your attention,” I say. His face is unmoving, almost annoyed.
“Things are chaotic right now, I don’t know if I’ll be here when you get back.”
“Kane, you’re going to want to see what I have.” I don’t think that he understands what I’m holding onto in my car. Someone is trying to get information on his club.
“I said I don’t know,” Kane harshly spits out. Why is he being like this to me after the night and morning we shared?
“Fine, if that is the way you want it. Have it your way.” I stomp off to Havoc’s bike, but not before I knock my shoulder against his arm as I pass him. God, I’m starting to hate men. When I get next to Havoc, I grab the helmet he’s offering me then mount on behind him.
As I turn slightly, I see Kane watching us. I’ve never been one to play games, but I feel like right now is as good as time as any. My hands grip tightly around his waist, and I lay my head on his shoulder. Leaning into his ear and whisper, “I bet you thought this would never happen. Me on your bike again.”
It’s so childish and I feel awful putting Havoc in the middle of mine and Kane’s issue, but I can’t help it. Sometimes Petty Betty comes out and she gets the best of me.
I can see from the side that Beckett is smiling big and lets out a laugh. My eyes cut towards Kane and see that it has the effect that I wanted because now he has his fists clenched and is moving towards us. My ex is completely oblivious as to what is happening, and I’m glad for that. The last thing I need is for them to smash each other.
He takes off for the gate with the roar of his engine, leaving behind a very enraged Kane.
We ride for a while and when a familiar site comes ahead I can’t stop the smile forming on my face. I haven’t been here in forever. It’s one of the only places I can think clearly.
My wooden bridge.
It’s also where I met Beckett and Ben for the first time. As he rolls to a stop, he lets me get off first then he dismounts. We walk the short distance and sit down letting our feet and legs dangle off the side.
“I come here when I need a break from reality,” Beckett tells me after we sit in companionable silence staring out over the water.
“I had a place I found in Seattle to clear my head, but it doesn’t compare to this. Out here it’s so peaceful. The big city was always so noisy.”
After a few more silent minutes Beckett clears his throat.
“I’m not sure how we should start this.”
“Me either, Beckett. I just know that I don’t want to keep carrying around anymore hate for you. I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other. And I don’t want us to always be fighting or rushing out of the room to avoid each other.”
We continue to stare out at the water, and I wonder if we are ever going to address the elephant in the room.
“So, you have a kid,” I say, finally tired of the silence. I see the corner of his mouth lift slightly.
“Yeah, I do.” I watch as he gets lost in thought about something and then frowns.
“It’s okay, Beckett. You should want to talk about him despite who his mother is.”
He lets out a breath.
“Zane’s three and mirrors me when I was little. We share the same attitude and everything. Loves the outdoors and dinosaurs and helping with my bike.”
He’s beaming like a proud daddy and my heart swells a bit for him. He didn’t have the best upbringing. His dad died when he was young and his mom married his dad’s best friend. When I met him, he didn’t want anything to do with them. He and Ben were on their own.
“Maybe I could meet him one day,” I offer and see the surprise expression on his face.
“Really?”
“Sure, but let’s ease into this okay. If we’re going to try to be friends after all, I guess meeting your son is part of that.”
