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“Hey, where are you?” Prison.
Well, fuck. I think I’d just met the female version of myself.
There was no way in hell I was calling him babe or sweetie or honey.
“He told me that a king was nothing without his queen. That the two most important cards in a deck were the ace and the queen. You want the ace up your sleeve. And you need the queen at your back because women fight dirty.”
“Mom.” “Emmett?” “Who else calls you Mom?”
my thirst for vengeance had been quenched by a tall, ruggedly handsome mechanic who made me laugh. Who made me see stars. Who made me . . . happy. Gah. Why couldn’t Emmett have been an asshole?
But I was a fool tricked into believing a string of lies. Tricked into thinking there was a woman out there for me. Tricked into falling in love with her.
Stoppppp no Emmett you’re perfect (well :/) stop doubting yourselffff
God bless my sister for not looking at me like I should be in an asylum rather than her living room.
“There are things in her past, in mine . . . I don’t know if we can get over them.” “Emmett, if you’re looking for your future over your shoulder, you’re turned the wrong way.”
I took one step forward and held out my hand. “Emmett Stone.” A smile pulled at her mouth as one tear dripped down her cheek. She swiped it away, then slipped her hand into mine. “June Johnson.” “Nice to meet you, June.” “Nova. June is my first name but everyone I love calls me by my middle name, Nova.”
Actually grinning at my phone screen right now
“Hey, baby.” A smile stretched across her face. A smile I hoped to see every day for the rest of my life. “Hi, Ace.”
I’m giggling
Whatever nerves I had for meeting Emmett’s mother were tenfold when it came to meeting the greater Tin King family.
Hehehe
When the party ended, hours later, I knew deep in my soul that there’d be no need to ask for their forgiveness. It would take some time to get to know each other. To trust. But forgiveness? They’d given it before I’d even arrived in Clifton Forge.
Today was the first annual Clifton Forge Motorcycle Club charity ride. Pride swelled in my chest as Emmett turned to Dash. The two friends—two brothers—shared a look that made it hard to breathe. This ride was for their fathers. For Draven. For Stone.
STOP RIGHT NOW
