Merlin – What Xander said.
Khal – Treasure it.
Kettle – What he said.
Nuke – Well, I lost my bet.
Wolf – So she’s claimed?
Me – So far.
Just then, Agatha came over with her sandwich.
A bacon, egg, and cheese on toast.
She pulled my attention away from my phone as she moaned.
Then she looked at Agatha and smiled, “Bless you.”
Agatha winked.
Yes, her moan caused me to put my phone down and give her my full attention.
She had me wishing it was because I made her moan, but seeing a woman who appreciated good food that was just placed in front of her? Well, that was my kind of woman.
Something told me she needed that sandwich more than I needed answers to the questions that were bouncing around in my head; therefore, I let her be.
Questions like the following.
Why didn’t the wedding take place?
Who hit her?
Where did she live?
Was she single?
Well... I had one answer to one of my questions.
I didn’t give a rat’s ass if she had a man or a woman in her life. She was going to be mine.
I didn’t care who I had to take out of her life in a permanent way to make that happen.
My murderous thoughts were cleared when she finished her sandwich and then looked around the bar.
And I knew the moment the question was about to come.
Her eyes landed on a few of the backs of my brothers.
The backs, like my own, were covered by a leather kutte with our club logo on the back. A skull top crisscrossed bones with our club’s name on the top rocker, and our location on the bottom rocker.
“Where am I anyway?” she asked.
I smirked, “Well, darlin’, you're at the SOMC clubhouse.”
She looked at me, then around her, then at my kutte, and then she muttered one word, “Fuck.”
“Kimber?” I heard screeched.
