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“Yep. I’ve got nothin’ to hide.”
Oh, this should be fun. “Okay, the most basic question to start with.”
“Shoot.”
“Did you just hear what I said to Luna?”
He pauses. “Yes.”
“So you were spying?”
He snorts a laugh. “Spying? I wasn’t spying, princess. But if we’re goin’ all out with truth bombs, maybe I’m falling for you, too.”
My heart races in my chest. “How do you feel about that?” As I look up again, he presses a kiss to my forehead, then my lips.
“It feels like the best fuckin’ thing I’ve ever felt.”
Okay, I was not expecting that.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
Logan
A few hours earlier
I watch my girl from across the room eating dinner at the huge table where the Hellions sit as a family. I’ve never known anything like this before. The Rebels are close, but not by these standards. It’s almost a given that every single person who is part of this club is sitting here while Ivy and two of the prospects serve up a mouth watering meal. There’s roast chicken and potatoes, steamed vegetables, grits, and corn bread.
Some of the girls make conversation with Payden, and I keep a close eye on the men watching her. I won’t leave her alone for long, but I don’t trust that Hornet guy after he called Payden hot around the meeting table.
‘In our clubhouse now. Our rules, friend.’
He’s no fucking friend of mine and if he so much as speaks to her, I’ll come true on my promise to rearrange his balls.
A hand grips my shoulder as I turn to look at the intruder of my thoughts.
Bane.
He tilts his beer bottle toward Payden. “You worried about her?”
I give him a side eye. “What do you think?”
“Don’t have to worry about her here, I promise you that,” he says.
“I don’t know if I trust your men. Leavin’ my girl alone for five minutes would spell disaster, plus she’s been through a lot, I’m worried about her.”
“I reminded them she’s claimed. You have my word. Trauma leaves a serious imprint. I get that.”
“Appreciate it, but I meant what I said in church. Payden is my only priority.”
“You tell her about Becca?”
I palm the back of my head. “Not yet.”
“I don’t know when I fuckin’ agreed to become a goddamn halfway house, but I owe Cash a debt, and now my debt is paid.”
I glance at him once more. “Sounds heavy.”
