I thought he made me a woman last night.
But maybe I’m just a stupid little girl, after all. Mum was right about bikers. She’s known all along.
13
HAYDEN
My stomach groans as I stretch in the warm sun.
I wipe my hands on a rag and toss it aside, nodding to Kit as I head for the stairs. “Taking five.”
He raises a brow. “Round two?”
“Fuck you.” The bastard knows something’s up, and it’s not just my dick. I need to get a visit with Oak face to face before I make us official. I can’t have Oak finding out I’m with his little sister from anyone else but me. He needs to hear what she means to me. This isn’t just a one-time thing for me. I’m in this for the long haul and I’ll leave the club if I have to.
Thoughts of food draw me up the stairs, but the thought of her still naked, tangled in my sheets, waiting for me has me climbing them two at a time.
The truth is, I can’t stop thinking about her. Last night was more than just sex. It was everything. And I want it again. I want her again. Sunshine and sass and those big brown eyes blinking up at me like I hung the stars just for her.
I reach the top of the stairs, heart thudding—not just from anticipation, but also hope. Something I haven’t felt in a longtime. I have to have faith that her brother will understand, because without her there’s no sun.
As I open the door to the bunk, that hope dies.
“Faith?” I scan the small open space, the bathroom door open and empty.
The bed’s made, my t-shirt crumpled on the duvet.
Her clothes are gone.
She’s gone.
My gaze snags on the plate by the kitchenette. A bacon and egg sandwich, untouched, a coffee cold on the side.
“Shit.” My stomach drops.
I glance around. Her boots are gone. So is her phone charger. A bag missing from the hook near the door.
“Faith?” I call out, like maybe she’s hiding in the wardrobe. No answer.
I pull out my phone and dial her.
Straight to voicemail.
My fingers tighten around the phone. I try again. Still nothing.
“Fuck.” I scrub a hand down my face, piecing it together. The sandwich. The bed made. The discarded t-shirt. She left on purpose.
I jog back downstairs, boots hitting metal like thunder. Kit raises a brow as I burst into the yard.
“You seen Faith?”
He jerks his chin. “Not since last night. Thought she was still up there with you.”
I shake my head. “She’s gone.”
That gets his attention. “Gone where?”
“If I knew that, I wouldn’t be asking.” I stride over to my bike, rage and panic brewing beneath my skin. “She wouldn’t just leave. Not without something happening.”
