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Guilt shines in her eyes as she rasps, “I’m sorry.”
I shake my head at her, my body starting to tingle, so I know he is near again, but I ignore it and snap, “Sorry, isn’t good enough. For years I’ve had to keep my identity a secret because my mother is a bitch, the same mother who has no idea I’m back in town and now, I’m having to out myself to you because you couldn’t take the hint. Alex is not a way to an easy life. I swear to God, if you don’t sort this mess with Quinn out, not only will I disown you—” she sucks in a breath. I lean forward. “—I’ll also tell the club about the time you decided to not only put several bottles of hand soap in the pool, but also take half of their bikes for joyrides while they slept. Then I’ll also let Crow and Aunt Shelly know about the abortion you had after you screwed the married reverend.”
Her mouth drops open, her hand going to her chest as she gasps, “You wouldn’t.”
I raise a brow at her and say, " Try me.”
She knows I mean every word.
She pulls me into her arms, making me giggle.
“I’ve missed you,” I mumble, and she squeezes me to her and whispers, “I’ve missed you, too. And I promise I’ll make things right.”
I nod before pulling back and asking, “Lunch?”
She grins, looping her arms with mine, guiding me to the cafeteria. Nurses and doctors pull me in for hugs as I pass them, telling me how missed I am. I ignore Doc who’s standing near the nurse’s desk with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes fully on me, even though my body is calling me to run to him.
As we head to the cafeteria, Lola tells me everything I’ve missed, including Tats’ old lady, Violet, spray painting his bike pink with unicorns, and throwing pink dust bombs on him. This makes me laugh.
As I chat with Lola, I promise myself to keep my distance from Doc while I’m in town.
As much as I want to speak to him, I know I can’t, and the idea of taking the job in New York seems better and better, even if it means I miss out on time with my best friend.
Shame I didn’t count on how hard Doc refuses to let me go….
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Doc
I lean against my bike near the exit I know she will take. It’s on the other side of the hospital where Noah was admitted, and I’m not stupid; she’ll try to dodge me every chance she gets. I guess she didn’t count on Breaker being on my side since finding out the truth, the same truth I now need to tell her.
Fuck, she’s going to kill me….
I tap my finger against my leg as the need to have her wrapped around me on my bike pulls hard. I can’t go this long without seeing her again, hearing her beautiful voice; it’s time to tell her everything, and honestly, I don’t know who will be more pissed, her for what I did or me for what she made me do.
I hear the creak of the metal door and bite my bottom lip as the beautiful woman walks out the back exit looking sheepish. She’s hunched over a little. Worried about being caught, and laughter bubbles up in me. I have to be serious, though, even if it’s hard to be right now.
I take a good look at her as she gently shuts the door, hoping not to alert security. But I’ve already spoken with them, so the silent alarm she’s just set off won’t get a second thought.
I tilt my head. She’s changed. Her waist is narrower, her cheekbones sunken, and she looks so fucking sad, and I hate it. She used to have this glow about her, but it’s gone.
The urge to bring it back hits me deep.
As soon as she shuts the door, she visibly tenses, and I cross my arms over my chest and smirk.
She knows I’m here. Our bodies are in tune with each other’s, and the only reason I didn’t feel her going into Noah’s room is because I felt so fucking numb, only feeling alive again when I saw her.
Fuck, she’s a vision.
She takes several deep breaths, her shoulders rising and falling. Before she can open the door with the hand I see slowly making its way back to the handle, I call out, “Don’t even think about it, Pixie. Get on the bike; it’s time you and I have a chat.”
She doesn’t move, her body visibly shaking. I know it is not out of fear but anger and hurt that I put her through. I plead, “Please, Pixie, half an hour, that’s all I ask….”
I wait a few minutes, silently promising to throw her over my shoulder if she doesn’t come, when she slowly turns, and our eyes connect. My body lights up, and the feeling of fire hits me.
My Pixie.
She takes a deep breath and walks toward me. My breathing is easier the closer she gets, all the anger slowly easing, and the hollow feeling dissipating around me.
