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Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Mary Jay

What in the what was that?

How did that even happen?

How about I just call you mine?

Was the man trying to make me collapse right then and there? No one says things like that unless I'm reading a romance novel or watching a movie.

And boy, did the man look like he was ripped from the pages of a romance novel. Tattoos covered his arms, even peeked out of the neck of his shirt, and his dark brown hair was cropped close on the sides while longer on top, begging for my fingers to comb through it. He looked like a biker version doppelg?nger for David Gandy.

Jesus criminy!

I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and tossed it over the back of a chair.

I had lived above Dive Inn for over five years, and I had never once had anything like that happen to me.

Sure, I had drunks who tried to hit on me when I was just trying to get to my apartment, but they were always innocent and easily distracted.

Not this guy.

He had swooped in from out of nowhere and was ready to beat the hell out of Jim just because he bumped into me. Well, and yelled in my face, but I could have handled it.

I ran my fingers through my hair and took a deep breath.

Lost Mavericks MC.

I would, of course, catch the attention of someone in an MC. I had enough MCs in my life to be fine with never hearing those two letters together ever again.

It wasn't the Lost Mavericks I had dealt with, but I could tell they were just like other bikers I knew.

Hell, Hail's friends had managed to find a woman to stick her hand down their pants by only walking a few feet.

Crazy.

Meow.

"Tommy," I cooed. "Are you going to come out?"

Tommy meowed again, sauntered out from under the bed, and did figure eights through my legs.

"Did you miss me?" I asked. "Need to get your scent all over me since these pants aren't covered in hair?" Getting dressed was the last thing I did before I headed to work at the Cranston Produce warehouse.

Being covered in cat hair was not the best thing when I dealt with checking pallets of produce and loading them onto semis. How about a furball with your watermelon and oranges?

I leaned down and scratched the top of his head. "Missed you, big man."

He led me over to my bowl as if I had forgotten where it was while I was gone and cracked open a can of wet food.

My apartment ran the length of the bar downstairs and was relatively small, but it was home. There weren't a ton of places for rent in town, and I had been lucky to snag this place when I did.

The apartment was just one big open room. Well, except for the bathroom. That was thankfully enclosed at the other end of the apartment with a large tub and two-sink vanity.

My apartment was set up as separate rooms; there weren't any walls actually separating them.

I could turn the TV on in the living room and comfortably watch it from my bed.

Kitchen right as you walked in, the living room with a TV, couch, and recliner next, then my bed and two dressers until you got to the wall. On the other side of that was the bathroom.

I guess it was technically called a studio, but it was just home for me.

Tommy settled in front of his bowl and lapped up his late dinner.

I normally turned on the TV and tried to decompress before going to bed, but I knew the TV wasn't going to be able to hold my attention.

Not after the excitement downstairs.

"He was hot, Tommy," I pondered out loud. "The kind of hot you see in the movies, not in a rundown bar in a small town." I walked through the living room and face planted straight onto my bed. "Why was he so hot?" I muttered into the comforter. I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. "And he smelled good," I whined. "Why?" I cried.

Hail was the exact opposite of what I needed in my life right now.

All I needed was to work as much as I could and keep my head down until all my debts were paid.

I scoffed and tossed my arm over my eyes.

They weren't even my debts to begin with, but when my dad died, his debts landed squarely on me.

Thanks, Dad.

I didn't even want to think about all the crap Dad had left me to deal with.

I loved the man, but boy, did he not make the best decisions when he was alive.

Tommy hopped onto the bed and sprawled out next to me.

"I'm going to have to figure out how to teleport into the apartment after work tomorrow night, Tommy. Hail said I could run away tonight, but something tells me I'm not going to be so lucky tomorrow."

Anyone could tell that Hail was not the type of guy who would let you run when he wanted you.

"Lord," I laughed, "as if that fine man actually wants me. Sexy probably just comes out of his mouth naturally." I wasn't anything special to him. He probably collected girls like they were bottle tops. Where there was one, there was twenty more.

"Yup, that's it," I called. "We are not going to think about Hail anymore, Tommy. Not one second more." I rolled off the bed and quickly got ready to sleep. Sleep was good because my brain would shut off.

I turned off the lights and snuggled under the covers with Tommy.

I wasn't going to think about Hail, but I sure as hell dreamed about him all night.

Good lord.

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