If I take the offer in Texas, the only way Maggie and I will work out is for her to sell her bar and go with me. She’d be giving up everything she’s worked so hard for, and I can’t help wondering if I’d even be worth that to her.
But in my heart, I think I already know that if I asked her, she’d do it. She’d sell the bar she loves and follow me. She’d do it because she loves me.
I feel it every time she looks into my eyes.
When she was just seventeen, I tried to explain it away as puppy love, but that same look is still there, those feelings still strong. She’d give up everything she’s built just to follow me.
Is that what I want for her?
Would resentment follow?
And do either of us even want to live in Texas?
But letting the chance at being VP go by… That’s a hard pill to swallow.
Hell, Keno, do you really want it? All that responsibility?
What if you hated it?
Maggie stretches, then lifts her head off my shoulder and meets my eyes. “How long have you been awake?”
“A while.”
She frowns. “What’s wrong? You look worried.”
She deserves to know. It’s not fair that I crawl all over her for not telling me about her brothers, then keep something like this from her.
Sure, it's technically club business, and I’ll never be able to tell her most of that, but this affects both of us.
“Rock had some news for me the other day.”
“Something you can tell me?”
“Yeah, I guess so, since it affects you too.”
She looks confused. “Is it about the bar?”
“No. It’s about whether I stay in Durango.”
Her mouth goes slack, and she sits up, her body tensing. “You’re leaving?”
I shake my head. “I haven’t decided yet.”
“So, it’s up to you?”
“It isn’t official yet. It may not even happen, but there’s been talk of a new chapter in Texas and they want me for VP.”
“Texas?” The word falls out of her mouth as if it tastes bad.
“Yeah. I know.”
“And you have a choice? You can say yes or no?”
“Yeah.”
She wraps the sheet around her and moves to the window, her back ramrod-stiff.
She’s pissed.
