Glory whines, pushing into my hand, so I scratch her.
“Traitor.” Glory huffs, licking my hand for good measure.
“All the ladies love me.” I stand to full height, and Stevie watches me, her head tilting back to meet my eyes.
She only comes to my chest, being as short as she is, but I bet she would fit perfectly against me.
“You do have a thing about being with dogs,” she smarts off and I know she means Valarie.
A laugh bursts out of me. Her cheeks turn pink, her lips twitching. She looks into my eyes and I can’t look away. It is like she has trapped me— and hell, it is not like I want to run.
She is making me feel something that I never expected from her, or from anyone right now. When I came back, I was focused on getting Valarie back into my life but now knowing that is not an option, I am feeling a shift in how I see Stevie.
Not that I am saying that Stevie is a second choice, but at the start she was never an option, and now she is.
“Walk with me. I have to hand these flyers out for the club.” I show them to her.
“Making you do a prospect’s job, huh?” She giggles, reaching for one.
Her fingers brush against mine, and her gaze shoots to mine. Shock flickers in her eyes— I know we both felt that little zap of electricity between us. It makes the hairs on my arms stand up and my balls ache.
Her cheeks tint pink, her lips part and so many dirty thoughts enter my head when she does this, but now is not the time to bring that up. There is nothing more I want to do than take her between the buildings and see how good she tastes.
Shaking the thoughts from my head for now, I start walking.
“Glory, come.” I tap my leg, and to my fucking surprise she listens.
Stevie scoffs behind me, then catches up to me, flicking Glory’s ear softly.
“I own you, pooch; you listen to me, not him. I feed you, buy you treats.”
Glory whines, like she is talking, and Stevie replies. They have a conversation and it is fucking hilarious to watch.
People smile at them as I hand out the club’s flyers, giving a short speech about who we are. Men nod and love a discount, and women smile at me.
Talking to Stevie while we walk feels natural, like we have not seen each other in years.
“How did you join the club?” she asks me, before reaching for some flyers. Smiling at passing people, she hands them one.
A group of passing men take a flyer from her, smiling and I frown, not liking them looking at her like she is a piece of meat. I catch the eye of one, arching a brow, and he averts his eyes while scurrying off.
“Logan.” God, I love my name on her lips.
“Sorry. When I left here, I felt lost. Got into more illegal street racing, and almost got caught but Rookie found me. He is a member of the Fort Lauderdale chapter, and he offered me a job at the club’s garage, after I told him I know all about cars andbikes. If you remember, I can fix pretty much any vehicle.” She nods.
“You always had grease under your nails. It used to drive Val crazy.” At the mention of my ex’s name, I feel her shift.
I stop walking, touching her arm, and she brings her gaze to mine.
“Hey, I am done with that part of my life. Her, I mean. Not so much the fixing cars.” I wink, making her smile again.
Seeing that smile makes my guarded heart skip. We used to say shit to Target when he told us how Madelyn made him feel but fuck, I am feeling it.
“So you two are not back together? I thought after what went down…” She stops speaking.
Stepping in front of her, I touch her empty hand, and her fingers slowly link with mine. I feel ten feet fucking tall that she is touching me. It is a strange concept to be excited that a chick is touching me.
I am twenty-four, for fucks sake. Been with chicks before, but something in my soul is telling me this is different. The way Jack described being with Lilith.