The other part of me?The part that had been trying really hard to move on?That part wanted him to just keep riding.
Leave me stranded here for the rest of my life if that’s what it took.
He didn’t.
He slowed as he got closer, the engine dropping into a low rumble before he pulled in behind my car and killed it completely.The sudden quiet felt louder than the engine had.
I stood there, arms crossed over my chest without thinking, as he swung his leg off the bike.
And yeah.
That didn’t help.
Not even a little.
He moved like he always did—easy, confident, like his body just knew how to take up space without trying.Faded jeans hugged his thighs, worn in all the right places.A gray T-shirt stretched across his chest, the sleeves tight around his arms in a way that made it very clear he didn’t skip the gym or the physical labor that came with club life.
His cut sat over his shoulders with the Fallen Lords patch catching the light just enough to draw attention without screaming for it.
Backwards cap.
Sunglasses.
Scruff along his jaw that made him look just a little rougher than clean-cut.
Then he started walking toward me and I forgot how to breathe for a second.
I had moved on.
I had.
It was easier to believe that when he wasn’t walking toward me like the sexiest man on the planet.
“Car trouble?”he asked.
His voice was low and rough in a way that slid right under my skin before I could stop it.
I forced myself to nod and glanced down at the tire like that was safer.“No, I just felt like pulling over on the side of the road for fun.”
There it was.
Smartass.
He huffed out a quiet chuckle, stepping past me to get a better look at the tire.“Looks like you’re having a great time.”
“Best day of my life.”
He shook his head slightly, then reached up and pulled his cut off, draping it over the back of his bike before turning back to me.
“Got a spare and a jack?”he asked.
I blinked.“I… probably?”That sounded as confident as I felt, which was not at all.
“You probably?”he repeated, one brow lifting slightly.
I shrugged, crossing my arms again.“I don’t know.I’ve never had to use it.”
He looked at me for a second then tipped his chin toward the back of the car.“Pop the trunk.”
