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Mia laughed. “She’s so shy around people. I can’t believe she did that.” Not to be outdone, Pumpkin leapt onto his lap and Army chuckled. “They missed you too,” she said softly.
Army kissed her gently then pointed at the tabby. “Can you help me with this?”
Mia scooped Pumpkin up and plopped her down on the other side of Army. “She likes to snuggle.”
He snagged Mia around her shoulder and drew her closer. “I know her owner loves it.” He kissed her deep and hard then pulled away. “It’s important for you to understand something.”
Worry flashed in her eyes. “What?” she asked in a barely audible voice.
He locked his gaze with hers. “Make no mistake about who and what I am. I’m a Night Rebel and I protect the brotherhood to the death. Satan’s Pistons—your brother’s fuckin’ club—is my enemy. It’ll never be any other way.”
She leaned closer to him. “What does that mean?”
“I’d kill him in a heartbeat.”
She sat back, soaking in that knowledge.
“Still want to be with me?”
She lifted her chin. “Yes.”
Surprise marred his chiseled face.
“Mia.” His thumb moved, smoothing back and forth under her lip, and he dipped his head down. She tilted her head back and their lips met in a fiery kiss.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he rasped.
“I’m still pissed at you, remember?” she said between tiny nips to his lips.
“I thought you were screwing around.”
“I wasn’t. You’re back to first base.”
“Damn, you’re hard, babe.” He pushed her down on the couch and hovered over her. “First base isn’t so bad,” he said before crushing his mouth on hers. What mattered at that moment was—Mia was back in his life, and she understood who he was.
Everything else would fall into place.
