Page 43 of Her Long Lost Biker


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"I will, Logan. I promise you. But..." I opened both eyes and stared straight at him, "I have a way that I'm going to do things."

Savior cleared his throat and Logan turned to look at him with a look that promised pain.

I adjusted my hands on his sides and gave him another pinch.

His brows furrowing, he turned to look at me.

The expression on his face said 'Seriously?'

"What?" I looked right back at him remembering how we'd done this so many times back when we were just getting to know each other.

"You pinched me?"

"Pinched you?" "Ha!" I laughed out loud and then brought one hand in so I could poke him in the chest.

It was hard.

Like a flippin' wall!

"I can't pinch where there's no fat, Logan!"

He smiled.

"You didn't notice it last night while we were-"

"Jerk!"

I slapped my hand over his mouth.

"I don't need you to blab and tell everyone!"

Havoc coughed, trying to hide his smile.

Savior raised a brow and shook his head. "Thief didn't have to tell us anything, Arlys."

There was something in his words that were unsettling.

I looked at him, narrowing my eyes. "What does that mean?"

Savior clamped his lips together and I turned to look at Logan. "What. Does. He. Mean?"

Logan leaned in and gave me a little peck of a kiss before he pulled back slightly and smiled like the cat that had eaten a whole nest of canaries. "He means that about the..." His eyes looked up at the ceiling and then looked back down into her eyes with a smug look on his face, "third time we... Well, you got a little loud."

"A little?"

I turned to look at Savior, glaring at him. "I have scissors." He only smiled more. "And razors, Savior... lots and lots of razors!"

Havoc clapped a hand down on his shoulder and moved him across the shop and out of my reach.

"The point is that 'everyone' that stayed in the clubhouse that night knows that we-"

"Got reacquainted." I said pointedly. "We becamereacquainted!"

"Whatever you say, honey."

"Well," I had an idea, and I was about to put his words to the test, "you can do me a favor now."

I grabbed his wrist and headed for the chair by the front window. I stopped just shy of it and pointed at the chair. "Sit."