Page 175 of Fly's Path

A cool breeze makes it through the barrier of heat lamps placed all around the space, sending a shiver down my spine.

“I thought you might need this.” Fly walks up with a very familiar leather jacket. Only this one is white, and the one sitting on my bed is black.

“You just randomly thought I would need a jacket tonight?”

Fly grins as he slides it up over my arms. “I knew it was supposed to be chilly, and you don’t like the cold much.”

“And this jacket just happened to be around? The one that declares me as yours.”

“Nope. I special-ordered it when I got the black one made. Also, can you think of any other colors you might like it in, just in case I might not randomly order it again?”

“Fly, don’t go wasting your money on me.”

He leans in, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close to him. “Nothing I do for you could ever be a waste. Have you gotten to eat yet?”

“No. I’m on duty for another hour, and then I might try to grab a bite of something.”

“Be back in an hour then.” Fly kisses the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, sending a very different shiver through me. “See you soon.”

That man…

***

Forty minutes later, I’m trying to find another job I can sneak off to before Fly shows up, which is the cowardly thing to do at this point.

“Well, someone got a nice new accessory.” Dylan walks up with one of her own on.

“It’s only temporary. Fly didn’t want me to get cold.”

Dylan laughs. “The weather had nothing to do with that jacket. He wanted every man here to know that you are taken. It works better than two rings—” She lifts up her hand with her wedding band and sparkly diamond engagement ring on it. “—at keeping the bikers away from you. They’re literally polite to the point where you could be their mother or maiden aunt. It’s wild.”

“So does that mean you love or hate wearing it?”

“I love it because he loves it so much.”

Fly definitely loves me wearing it.

“This mean you two are official? Or is it just wishful thinking on his part?”

“I don’t know.”

“Sheri, just a word of warning. You need to figure out your mind quick, because these men don’t hesitate. They don’t play around. If you blink, he’s going to have a ring on your finger and you moved into his place. If you don’t want this to happen, speak up now. But I hope it does, because I can use all the friends around here that I can get.”

Rogue steps out of the main building, and his eyes zero in on Dylan.

“Gotta go.” She heads straight for him.

Do I want this?

Yes.

No.

Maybe.

Probably more than I’ve wanted anything in my life, which terrifies me.

Piper approaches the table.