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everyone was. She was just
thankful she wouldn’t have to answer any questions as to why she had come here,
or risk one of the members telling her dad that she had come to talk to Lucien.
But the truth was she hadn’t even thought about any of that as she drove here.
No one knew what had happened to her and Lucien, how he had saved her and let
her crash at his place. Although they hadn’t done anything, he hadn’t told
Kink, as per her request. Although she had told Lucien she’d tell her dad, she
hadn’t yet. She was afraid of her father’s anger toward a situation that hadn’t
been anything but innocent, of what it would do to his relationship with Lucien, and the fact he would jump to conclusions. Maybe
because the clubhouse was empty aside from Lucien was fate trying to help her
out?
    Wishful
thinking on her part.
    She
went into the meeting room, but it was empty. The sound of something in the
back hallway had her turning and moving toward that direction. She made her way
forward as if her mind and body were disconnected, and her need to do this
drove her forward. She meant to just tell him goodbye, but maybe her need to see him, and the fact she was
actually telling him she was leaving, would have him finally opening up to her?
Whether he told her that he didn’t want her, or finally admitted that he wanted
her, too, she needed to hear him say something .
Callie needed him to tell her anything .
She had this feeling in the pit f her stomach every time she thought about him,
every time she saw him. It grew with each passing day, consumed her, and it was
close to bursting from her and taking her down.
    Making
her way forward, she followed the light noise that could be heard behind one of
the doors at the end of the hallway. It was slightly ajar, and when she pushed
it open a little more it was to see Lucien’s powerful and tattooed muscular
back. He was sitting at a small desk, and although she couldn’t see what he was
doing, she heard the sound of clicking and thunking metal against the table. She knew the sounds well, had heard them in her dad’s
house when he was cleaning his guns. Lucien was shirtless, and the jeans he
wore were low on his narrow hips. God, she could remember what the front of him
looked like all those months ago when she had been at his house and he stepped
out of his bedroom. He had just gotten out of the shower, his massively
muscular body toned and covered in tattoos. And then there had been the
Brothers of Menace patch tattoo in the center of his chest, so big, so
powerful, and screaming that he was dangerous.
    Swallowing
past the nervousness, she knocked on his door. He turned just his head and
looked over his shoulder at her, and although she knew she was probably the
last person he expected to see, he showed no emotion.
    “Callie?”
He said her name in that deep voice of his, the one that she had imagined many
times over when she closed her eyes. He stood and turned, and she let her gaze
travel over his chest. The Brothers of Menace patch tattoo took up the center
of his chest, and she felt herself grow warm at the sight of his muscular and
powerful form standing in front of her. He was so big compared to her, and
although she had never considered herself a tiny thing, compared to him she
felt just like that. They stared at each other, and after an awkward few
seconds he finally spoke again.
    “What
are you doing here?”
    “I…”
She licked her lips, glanced around his room, and then focused on him again. “I
just wanted to say goodbye.”
    He
nodded slowly and then rubbed his palms on his thighs. She looked at his chest
again, felt her heart flutter, and then felt her throat tighten at the thought
of all the things she wanted to say.
    “I’m
leaving for the weekend to check out Baker and get my dorm and schedule
information.” She heard the tremor in her voice, knew that she was probably
shaking slightly, because right now she felt like she might pass out.
    He
nodded.