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No time to change it. She crumpled it up and tossed it in the garbage but quickly snatched it back and smoothed it out. She couldn’t leave with nothing.

Uggggh, she let out a frustrated growl only to stifle it when Jasper shifted.

That letter was the definition of mixed signals.

With her hand on the knob, she turned back, to drink in his sleeping form. Without thought, she returned to the bed, kissing his lips ever so softly.

“Jasper Stanton, you’re a dangerous man. I could so see myself falling for you. Hell, I’m probably already too far gone. I just hope you’ll understand that I need to do this.” She kissed him again. “You’re the worthiest man I know and if my heart were whole, I’d choose you in an instant.”

With that she turned to leave and spied his discarded shirt on the ground, snatching it up, she brought it to her nose. With a deep inhale a sense of confidence washed over her.

She could do this.

Would do this.

Then she would return, walk right up to Jasper in the middle of the clubhouse, kiss him like their ship was going down, and ask him out on a date.

Squatch may be reserved and tough with everyone, keeping them at a distance, but she’d met the man underneath it all. Had gotten a taste of Jasper, and with the door open and her ride waiting, she decided, right then and there. There would be a them after, damn it. Maybe Sasquatch the Royal Bastards enforcer didn’t do dating, but Jasper seemed like the type who might.

With a nod to herself and a last look back at who she was starting to think of as her boyfriend, she closed the door softly behind her.

It took a lot to ignore the voice in her head that sounded an awful lot like her mother. The one telling her there was no way a man who looked like him would ever want a fat ass like her. That she was only good for one thing, and she’d already given that up to him, she drowned it out with Jasper’s remembered voice telling her all the ways her rolls and jiggles were sexy to him.

The ride to the clubhouse gave her way too much time to think. Jasper’s words were starting to lose out to her mother’s by the time they finally arrived.

She had the driver drop her at the gate. If she wanted to be driven all the way to her car, everyone inside would be alerted. Granted it was still dark, so there wouldn’t be too many members there, but she didn’t want to take the chance that her brother had spent the night with one of the girls there.

The gate would be manned since it wasn’t business hours yet. That was a good thing.

“Hey, Devin. How are you?”

“I’m good, Home. Who all’s here?”

His smile was blinding. He always had an easy-going manner, even when things were going sideways. Home was the opposite of the intensity of most of the guys.

“Not your brother if that’s what you’re asking.” He opened the gate and let her in. As she started what felt like a mile-long trek down the drive to her car, he called back. “I’m fine, by the way. Thanks for asking.”

Devin winced at her rudeness. Home wasn’t ever short with anyone. Always a kind word or asking how things were going. A great listener. He looked like a typical caricature of a biker, but his personality was that of a family therapist.

“Sorry, Home. I’ve got a lot on my mind.” She turned back and stood in front of him. “How are you? Still dating the nurse?” she asked with a smirk.

His eyes went wide as saucers. “We aren’t… I mean… how do you know?”

“Call it woman’s intuition.” By that she meant, Joanie had actually told her and swore her to secrecy.

“Yeah, well. Um, don’t say anything, please. She doesn’t want to mention it yet, and well, I’m not ready for the whole she’s as good as family speech either. Our history predates either of our associations with the club, and⁠—”

Devin threw her hands up, one still clutching Jasper’s shirt. “I’m a vault.” Besides, Joanie had already told her about their history and well, she had no room to speak on secret off-limits situationships.

Home pointed at the shirt she held, and she thrust her hand behind her back.

“If you are, then I’ll be too,” he stated flatly.

With that, she trekked to her car and headed back to her place.

Once there, she showered, changed, grabbed her bag, and headed to the kitchen. Harmon nodded to a thermos of coffee and a breakfast sandwich.

“For your long day at… work?” Devin gave her a sad smile. Harmon knew she was off to do something shady; she just didn’t know exactly what. They’d agreed when she’d started asking questions that she wouldn’t tell her. It was better that way. Plausible deniability.