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“I’m still obsessed with you,” he said and smirked. “I just hide it better now.”
Yarrow reached for him before jerking back and wrapping her arms around me.
“I want to sleep in here.”
“We can nap together tomorrow.”
My mom didn’t like my answer. As she watched my dad roll me to my bed, I sensed her fighting the urge to crawl in next to me. Yarrow had never been great at depriving herself of what she truly wanted.
“Text us if you need anything,” Blackjack said as he gently ushered my mom from the room.
Soon afterward, Boone, Nova, and the girls showed up to say they were leaving for the night, but would be back in the morning. The sleepy girls were again rattled by my bruised appearance. I was relieved when they left before crying.
Sabrina, Xandy, and Moe were next to visit. They reminded me that men could fail at even the simplest tasks.
“Feel free to call in the cavalry if York can’t hack it,” Sabrina said and glanced at the doorway, where the biker now stood.
Once the women left, York shut the door and looked around. “I’m sleeping in here, huh?” he said and kicked off his shoes. “What about your busted foot?”
“Well, stud, you’ll need to avoid moving a lot.”
“We’ve slept in the same bed before.”
“Only because I was too lazy to get up after you fucked me,” I said, admiring him as he inspected my room. “This is different. We’re in a relationship now.”
York glanced at me over his shoulder and reminded me, “We were always in a relationship.”
“We’re in a different kind of relationship now.”
York nodded before kneeling next to Mochi’s dog bed. The blonde beauty looked up at him nervously until his large hand stroked her little body. Wagging her tail, she stared at him like he was her hero. I was a little jealous of the attention she was receiving.
“You and Boone named your dogs after food. Is there a reason behind that?”
“We grew up at a townhouse complex with other women from the Everything Nice Crew. Cayenne has a daughter on the autism spectrum. Though Duffy doesn’t say much, she will repeat the names of food. Her dogs have always been named Banana. We thought if we named our dogs after food that she might say their names.”
“Did it work?”
“No,” I said and shrugged. “But we’re not dead yet. She might still say them one day.”
York stopped messing with Mochi and looked toward my dresser and shelves covered in photos and lava lamps.
“You really like lava lamps, huh?”
“My mom got me into them.”
Nodding, York exhaled deeply and looked at the dark bathroom. “I’m tired.”
“So am I.”
“We can talk about our feelings, or we can crash.”
“I’d rather crash.”
“Good,” York said and watched me in that lusty way he got sometimes. “This has been a long fucking day.”
“Are you leaving Little Memphis tomorrow?”
“No,” he said and walked into the bathroom.
