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Bolo shut the door and we stood there in silence for a full five heartbeats.
“That was…different,” I told him.
He grinned. “That’s one way to put it. Well, now you’ve met one of my brothers and two more of my MC brothers.”
“They seem nice.”
He arched a brow.
“Even Relay,” I said before he could ask.
“There’s a first. Glad he behaved.” His eyes zeroed in on the empty plate still sitting on my coffee table.
“The neighbor lady fed him.”
“He’s like a gremlin. You can’t feed him.”
“That’s just after midnight,” I pointed out.
“It’s anytime for him.”
Shaking my head, I watched as he walked up and pulled me into his arms. “What’s going on, Bolo?”
“Just give me a minute,” he muttered, holding me close.
Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the way it felt to be held by him. His strong arms wrapped around me made me feel safe and cherished. I shoved back the automatic urge to pull away once I realized he was making me feel things. That was part of what Soph had been talking about. Why did I react to emotion withautomatic denial? Especially when the man I was interested in was initiating it?
If I didn’t want a relationship it would make sense. But I did. I wanted it badly. I was just…
Scared.
My parents, my grandparents, my aunts and uncles, and even some cousins were all wonderful examples of love and steady relationships in my life, but I was always so scared that if I gave someone my heart that they’d stomp all over it. Made no sense. But a small piece of me was whispering that I could trust Bolo. Maybe I just wanted it to be true.
So, I stood there and hugged him back, just holding on and enjoying the comfort we were giving one another. Maybe this could work…if I let it.
CHAPTER 13
Devyn
“Have you eaten?” I asked a few minutes later when we broke off the hug.
“No.” He grabbed my arm, halting me as I turned toward the kitchen. “If you don’t mind me in your kitchen, I’ll make something. You hungry?”
I motioned for him to go ahead. “No. I ate.”
He studied me. “How much?”
“Enough,” I told him. As much as I could anyway.
“Okay.” He went into the kitchen and started digging around in my fridge.
I sat at the small dining room table I had shoved into a corner and watched him. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
He sighed as he pulled out bacon, tomatoes, lettuce, and mayo. “Look.” He paused, as though trying to find the right words.
I watched him competently slice tomatoes as he considered his words. For some reason his silence put my guard up again. What was he hiding? Could it be that bad, whatever it was?
“I know you have questions. My club…doesn’t always do things that some people would…approve of.”
