I rolled my eyes and sat up, looking down at my phone.
“Where is he?” I asked her.
“Tierney’s.”
“I’m the only one here,” I told her. “I can’t leave.”
She nodded. “Tell him to come here then.”
Morena left the shop and I sat back in my chair, my heart hammering in my chest as I opened up my messaging app. Dempsey had a lot of explaining to do, but the only thing I could do was type the message I was going to send before Morena turned up.
Dempsey
“You and Brogan, huh?”
Tierney’s blushed and I smirked at her. She was really fucking happy and I couldn’t have been more thrilled.
“Yeah, it was…surprising.”
“He seems like a good guy,” I said.
“He is,” she said. “I really like him.”
“I can see that, T,” I said, finishing my coffee. “It’s about damn time you made the right choice when it comes to men.”She flipped her middle finger up and rolled her eyes. I chuckled at her as my phone dinged in my pocket.I pulled it out and looked down at the surprising message. Tierney noticed.
“Who is it?”
“Shae.”
“Oh,” she said, a knowing smile on her lips. “How’s all that going, by the way?”
“It’s not,” I told her. “You know why I had to leave. I wasn’t going to let her hang on and get herself killed for me.”
“Isn’t that kind of her choice, though?” she asked.
My phone dinged again and I looked down at the second message, my chest burning with need and nervousness.
“Go,” she said. “Go and grovel.”
I rose to my feet just as Tierney did. She hugged me tight and I left her house, jumping on my bike again.
I looked down at the messages again.
SHAE
I know you don’t deserve this but Happy Birthday, Demps.
SHAE
Come to the shop. We need to talk.
She remembered it was my birthday. That did all sorts of things to my dick that it really ought not to and yet, Icouldn’t swipe the smile off my face. If she remembered something as trivial as a birthday, she must have still loved me.
And if she still loved me, I had a chance to get her back. I put my helmet on and rode down to the shop.
It was quiet today, no other club members were about and I knew why. They were in strategy mode which told me I really should be back at the clubhouse, but she needed me and I would be here for her to talk if she needed to. She’d not let me last night, and it had hurt more than I cared to admit.
I got off my bike, strode over to the door and headed inside. Usually this place was a flurry of activity but not today. Today, Shae was working on a car when I walked in. Her overalls were slung over her hips, the arms of them tied around her waist, her white tank top was greasy and did nothing to hide her natural curves. I ached to touch her.
