Page 118 of Crow
Crow turned around and jerked her to him. “There’ll be a lot of nights you’re not gonna forget.” Then he devoured her lips.
The scent of something burning wafted through the air. Angie broke away from Crow and turned off the grill.
“You better sit down before our food is burned to a crisp.”
Laughing, he swaggered over to the breakfast nook and took a seat at the table.
Soon Angie joined him with a platter of breakfast burritos, green chile, a carafe of orange juice, and a pot of coffee.
“Looks good. I’m starved.” Crow cut into the burrito and slowly chewed while staring at her.
“What?” She brought the coffee mug to her lips.
“Tell me about the jerk who broke your heart.”
“Where did that come from?”
“I want to know more about you.”
“Okay, but you have to tell me about your ex-wife.”
“That’s fair, but you go first.”
Angie wiped the corners of her mouth and then shared the whole humiliating story. After she finished, he took her hand and squeezed it.
“The fuckface didn’t deserve you. Your brothers did right in beating the shit outta that one.”
“I don’t want to even think about it. Your turn.”
Crow pushed the empty plate away, then leaned back in the chair. “My ex ran off with some asshole rival biker, and they took my Harley.”
“She stole your bike? Shit, that must’ve been a big deal to you.”
“Damn straight. It was the ultimate disrespect. Lauren could be a real spiteful bitch. She also started fucking a Deadly Demon. There’s no doubt in my mind that she purposely chose one of our rivals.”
“‘Rivals as in the Hells Angels and the Mongols?”
Crow grinned. “You doing some biker research?”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t live under a rock, okay?”
He leaned over and brushed a finger over her cheek. “Just teasing you. And yeah, like that.”
“That had to be hard for you. At least I wasn’t married and building a life with Devon.”
“It sucked, but now that there’s some distance, I realize we were too young and had no business being married. We had some good times, but once I started prospecting for the Night Rebels, she couldn’t deal with it.”
“She didn’t want you to be in a biker club?”
“Lauren was obsessed with bikers, so that wasn’t it. I think she was jealous of my being with the club more than with her, but that’s the way it goes. As a prospect, the club owns you.” He smiled. “It’s in the past now. Looking back, we wouldn’t have made it anyway. As we grew up, we became different people and grew apart.”
“Do you ever hear from her?”
“Through the grapevine. I heard she’s moved on and is shacking up with another biker.”
“I wonder if she still has your bike.”
“She doesn’t. When I found out they took it, a few brothers and I rode to New Mexico and took it back.”
