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Vi gasped. “I’m a sweet, innocent flower!”
Jewel laughed. “Sure you are. Goodnight, daughter.”
“Night, Mom.”
The line went dead.
Vi stared at her phone for a minute as she gathered her bravery. What was about to happen next would change her life. It would change Reaper’s, too.
She pulled a breath in through her nose and softly blew it out of her mouth to ground the butterflies trying to escape her stomach.
A bottle of whiskey would’ve worked better, but unfortunately—or fortunately for Reaper—she didn’t have access to any.
She pulled the neckline of his T-shirt up to her nose and inhaled his scent. Magically that worked.
How fucked was that?
She smoothed the collar out—so she didn’t look like a weirdo—and left the bathroom. She detoured to the kitchen to grab a couple bottles of water and headed back.
Reaper sat up against the headboard with the sheet haphazardly draped over his lap, looking fine as fuck. She fought the urge to jump his bones. She could do that after she gave him an answer.
“You okay?”
“I just needed a moment.” She placed the bottles of water aside and sat on the edge of the bed.
He waited patiently.
What did she do with that? She was used to bikers being so damn demanding.
“Okay, you can claim me. But don’t expect me to change.”
“If you did, I’d be pissed.”
“You say that now…”
He grabbed her hand, uncurled her tight fingers, and brushed his lips over her sweating palm. “Damn, what were you doing in the bathroom?”
“Having a discussion.”
“With yourself?”
She shook her head. “My mom.”
His eyebrows shot up his forehead. “I’m glad you have someone to talk to.”
“I have loads of people to talk to, but I respect her opinion.”
“So do I,” he said on a chuckle.
“Do you know what I like about you?”
He framed his crotch over the sheet with his hands. “My dick?”
“It’s nice, but no.”
“Damn. Okay, does it have to do with what a good shot I am?”
“While that’s a bonus, no.”
