Page 125 of Addicted to Love

“Me, too,” he agrees, kissing me again as someone pounds on the door and he groans.

“Time to go,” Smith calls and Chance glares at the closed door before standing and throwing a shirt on. He turns back to me and smiles.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay? Be careful and don’t go anywhere.”

I smile. “Go. We’ll be fine here.”

He leans down and kisses me one last time before grabbing his keys off the dresser and slipping out of the room. Sighing, I throw the sheet off me and climb out of bed. There’s no way I’m going to get back to sleep anytime soon with this need simmering in my body. I slip on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before grabbing my phone off the bedside table and heading downstairs. As soon as my foot hits the bottom step, my phone vibrates in my hand with a text.

Mercedes:

How’s your sister?

After Julian left the clubhouse on Saturday, I called Mercedes and asked her to come by. When she got here, I explained everything to her and after seeing Ivy, she was shocked and outraged. I’m pretty sure she would have beat Julian’s door down if I hadn’t asked her to stay out of it. She did, however, insist I take as much time as I needed off work. I’ve still been working on the page for the blog but she’s adamant we put it on the back burner for now so I can focus on Ivy. In the short time I’ve been working for Mercedes, I’ve realized how much she truly cares about the people that work for her and I honestly don’t know what I’d do if I was still working at the Times.

Me:

She’s good. Slowly getting adjusted.

“Mornin’,” Kodiak says, kicking a chair out for me and I sit down next to him as I glance down at my phone.

12:30 p.m.

“More like afternoon,” I comment and he nods.

“Yeah, you’re not gonna find a lot of morning people around here. Late nights and all that.”

I nod, leaning back in my chair. “Have you seen my sister yet?”

“She’s back in the TV room.”

I spin around, trying to figure out where the hell that might be. “Y’all have a TV room?”

“Yeah.” Kodiak laughs. “It’s on the other side of the stairs.”

He nods to a door just past the staircase.

“Thanks.”

“No problem, Darlin’. I’m off.” He shoves out of his chair and waves in a sort of mock salute before walking out of the clubhouse. It’s quiet here today and I assume most of the guys must be out working or home. As I stand up, my phone buzzes again.

Mercedes:

Good. Keep me updated.

Me:

I will. Thanks again.

I shove my phone into my back pocket and go in search of my sister, finding her lying on a couch in the “TV room”, which is actually like a small movie theatre. A massive screen covers the back wall with three rows of couches filling the room.

“What are you watching?” I ask. Before she can even answer, I recognize the movie on the screen and wrinkle my nose. “Titanic? Really, Vi?”

“Hey,” she quips, hugging her knees to her chest as I sit down next to her. “Don’t diss my favorite movie.”

“Where the hell did you find Titanic in a biker clubhouse?” I ask, imagining Smith in here with a bowl of popcorn in his lap as he watches it and I can’t help but laugh. Ivy blushes.

“I may have sweet talked Moose into getting it for me.”