Page 34 of Legacy
It was a funny word to describe a meeting of bikers, but Legacy had filled me in on the lingo. My smile never faltered. “I know.” I averted my eyes for a second before meeting his again. “I wanted to surprise him.” I winked.
Throwing back his head, the prospect laughed, and I couldn’t blame him. I was terrible at this.
“It’s a good job you’re a hottie because you can’t flirt, Kate.” He shook his head, moving towards the chain-link gate and sliding it open just enough for me to squeeze through. I was barely in before he shut it again. “Go surprise your man. I expect with everything that is happening with Prez, Legacy will need it. You know where his room is?”
I nodded, lifting my hand in a wave as I made my way across the lot. There were more bikes than had been there on my last visit, noticeably more. I weaved my way in between them. Not really paying much attention.
The clubhouse itself was quiet. All the chapter members were in their meeting. A gaggle of club girls gathered in one corner of the common room. One of them waved. I smiled but didn’t stop.
Legacy’s room was at the end of one of the ground floor corridors. The door wasn’t locked, so it opened the second I twisted the handle.
His space was as clean and orderly as it always was, except for one item. I stared at it for a second. My brain didn’t want to comprehend what I was seeing. My heart hammered as I reached out and picked up the lacy red bra. It wasn’t mine. I didn’t own anything so expensive and whoever had left this was far better endowed than I was.
My stomach turned.
“Legacy, is that you?” A woman’s voice called out from the bathroom. The sound of water stopped as the shower turned off. “I’ll be right out. Just give me a second.”
A woman appeared in the doorway. Her body was covered down to her knees by a giant fluffy towel. She was beautiful. All wild, curly, dark hair and what looked like golden eyes.
Startled, she froze. “Hello?”
I couldn’t stop staring at her. She was too beautiful. Too perfect. Of course, she was in Legacy’s room. She was the kind of woman a man like Legacy should be spending time with. I had no business being with him, no business at all.
Finally, I found my voice. Sudden tears made it thick. Angrily, I rubbed my cheeks. “Sorry, my mistake.” In my bag, my phone began to ring. I ignored it. Spinning on my heel, I tried to backtrack. “I shouldn’t have come.” My voice broke, and a sob broke free from my lips. Tears made my vision blurry and in my haste to get as far away as possible, my ankle went over.
The woman caught me by the elbow, steadying me. Glancing down at her hand, I was almost blinded by the giant diamond on her finger.
She was married.
Not that it seemed to matter to her or Legacy. But then was I surprised? He was a biker and she was…
She was smiling at me in an open, friendly way. “You must be Kate.” Her eyes grew soft. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. Righting myself, I took another step away. And then another.
I needed to get away. To be alone and not have how stupid it had been to trust Legacy staring back at me.
He was a player. And I was a fool.
There was no other way to look at it. I’d let myself be fooled by his good looks and charm. I didn’t even care that I had given him my body. It was my heart that worried me. I’d let him in and he had been using me. I knew that a lot of the bikers didn’t think twice about having girlfriends and bits on the side, but I wasn’t the kind of woman that would ever be okay with sharing.
“Hey, Kate, stop,” the woman called out after me. “I think you have the wrong idea.”
I could hear the sound of her bare feet coming up fast behind me. But I didn’t turn.
“What’s going on here?” Legacy appeared like some kind of dark, avenging angel. His eyes moved from me to the woman behind me. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“Why the hell are you running around in a towel?”
His question wasn’t for me. It was for her. Like she was more important.
“Excuse me.” I tried to step past him and almost made it before he stepped in front of me again.
“Where are you going?” He dropped his eyes to mine. He looked confused.
“Home. I need to go home.”
“Why has something happened?” He reached out, and I had to step backwards before he could touch me. I didn’t want him to touch me. “Is it Conner?”
