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I leave Delilah chatting to Sunday, and as I approach the counter, Lou grins.
“She’s a nice girl, Blade.”
“She is.”
I give nothing away, and Lou dishes some eggs onto a plate and remarks, “You know, many Reapers met their old ladies under similar circumstances. Just saying.”
“I’m pleased for them.”
“Word of warning, though.”
She lowers her voice and leans a little closer. “If you do, well, like her, don’t be a fool like your brother. He’s about to lose the most important woman in his life because he won’t admit how much he cares.”
“He’s always been an ass, Lou. I don’t have to tell you that.”
“Then don’t be an identical ass. Delilah is a sweet girl who went through a rough time. Sometimes that makes us stronger, sometimes it destroys us. I’ve a feeling it’s the former where it concerns that little lady.”
“The trouble is, Lou.”
I huff a deep breath. “I’m trying to do the right thing and not add to her problems.”
“Then don’t become one of them. Be the solution instead. You can’t go wrong then.”
She winks and serves two identical plates, and as I carry them to the table, I wonder if I am the solution or merely a stepping stone and, like my brother, will watch her walk away one day, never having told her how I felt.
CHAPTER 29
DELILAH
For the first time since I can remember, I’m happy. Breakfast was good, the company good, and I’m less stressed about life at The Rubicon. The guys are fearsome, hot, and yet so kind it’s impossible to be threatened by them. Even someone as surly as Razor, who closes himself off to the world, has a kind smile when he wants to offer it. It’s obvious there’s unfinished business between him and Sunday, but that’s their business, and I would never pry.
I didn’t miss the curious gazes from the other women as I sat with them at breakfast. Blade is a force; his sheer height, build, and dark glare are enough to strike terror into most fragile hearts. But underneath it all he’s a pussycat and I wish like crazy things had progressed last night.
Now, as I hold on tight to him as we tear through the neighborhood, I am convinced I’m in heaven right now.
He pulls up on a road that looks out across the town, and as I wrench off the helmet, I stare at a view that will never grow old.
“Wow! We are on top of the world.”
He points deep into the valley.
“The town is down there. It has most things a person needs. Stores, schools, a hospital, bars, restaurants, you name it, it’s there.”
“It sounds perfect.”
He smiles and I hitch my breath because as the sun dances on my skin, I sense the sexual tension between us. It crackles in the air, dancing like fireflies between us, the focus of our attention; ordinary life not even a consideration right now.
His eyes burn into mine, a connection so strong pulling us together. His lips curved into a soft smile, the deepening lust in his eyes matching mine. Words are unnecessary; we communicate perfectly without them because right here, on the edge of the world it seems, there is only one wish I have. Blade.
I’m not sure who moves first, but suddenly his hand is wrapping around my head and pulling me close, his lips hitting mine in a surprise attack. His tongue dancing with mine as I lean closer, gripping his ponytail in my hand as I kiss him back with desperation.
I could kiss this man all day, but I want more. I want the whole of him and want to give him the whole of me. His sense of honor is a hurdle to jump, but I’m hoping he relaxes enough with me to push aside his reservations.
I almost wish we could head back to The Rubicon and seal the deal, but he pulls away and rests his head against mine and whispers huskily, “Tell me to stop and I will.”
“Don’t stop, Blade. I want it too.”
His eyes burn into mine, and he reaches for me, pulling me in front of him. My legs swinging on either side of him on his Harley. The handlebars are against my back as his arms hold me, his kiss more desperate, his heart slamming against my chest.
