Page 62 of Property of Player

“How far are you going before you stop for the night?”

“Don’t know.”

“Will you text me?”

“Absolutely. Every damn night.”

“When will you return? Do you know?”

“Gage wants to be back by the first.”

“That’s two weeks,” I whine.

He dips his head to claim my mouth, and we don’t talk anymore about the days we’ll spend apart. All I can think about is his arms around me and how this kiss has to last for a long time.

When we finally break apart, he presses his forehead to mine. “What are you going to do today?”

“Go home and check on Mom, then I’ll go help Kayla at the bar.”

“Promise me you won’t leave the bar alone at night.”

“We’ve never had a problem. I don’t think you need to worry.”

His eyes drill into mine. “Promise me, or I’ll put a prospect on you for protection.”

I know he’s serious. “All right, I promise.”

He cups my face and gives me another kiss. “Gonna miss you, Tay.”

“Not as much as I’ll miss you. Please be safe.”

He nods, and Gage’s whistle splits the air.

I turn to see Player’s father on his way to his bike, and the brothers immediately start to line up in formation.

“Gotta go, babe.” Player swings his leg over his seat, then reaches up and cups the back of my neck, pulling me in for one last kiss.

With a twist of his throttle, he rolls forward and takes his place in line. In a roar of thunder, they’re gone, leaving nothing but a trail of dust to settle back down on the drive.

Most of the ol’ ladies wander off to their cars. Molly walks over, shoving her hands in her hip pockets. “How’re you getting home?”

“One of the prospects is giving me a ride.”

“No need for that. I can take you,” she offers sweetly.

I shrug. “Okay. Sure.”

Climbing into her car, something makes me give her the bar’s address rather than my mother’s house. After all, I barely know this girl.

We chitchat about the weather, then she starts asking about my relationship with Player.

“How did you two meet?”

Watching the scenery fly by, I caution myself not to reveal too much. “We were high school sweethearts.” She doesn’t need to know we lived in the same neighborhood.

“Really? So, you’ve known him since before he got his patch, huh?”

“Yes.” I turn to her. “What about you? When did you start hanging around the club? I know you said you worked at the Crystal Palace. Have you been coming up to the clubhouse for long?”