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being free spirits but about a bunch of
    bitter men traumatized with PTSD. And you, obviously, fit right into
    their ranks.”
    “You’re a fucking asshole,” Darrell muttered.
    “Call me what you’d like, but as long as I wear this president
    patch I will do whatever is necessary to protect and provide for this
    club,” Wick vowed. “You served your duty to your country. You
    fulfilled the obligation to become a full member, and now you can
    wear the Forgotten Rebel patch. If you so wish.”
    “As long as I wear the White Death one as well?”
    “We’re allies. My sister is old lady to their president. You will
    not fuck this up. I don’t care whose son you are.”
    Abbott sensed the tense meeting was coming to an end, so she
    hurried quietly back to the bathroom. The office door swung open
    with a crash and she didn’t have time to shut the bathroom door
    completely. She shrank back into the darkness of the room, but
    managed to catch a glimpse of Darrell as he stormed past. His odd,
    uneven gait revealed when she caught a glimpse of the silver
    prosthetic attached to the end of his lower left leg, and the cane that
    helped him walk.
    Waiting for a moment to make sure the coast stayed clear, she
    left the bathroom and approached his door. It suddenly dawned on her
    that she was only a few feet from Chadwick Edwards, the man she’d

    loved for … well, always. Ever since they’d been in high school,
    when he’d accidently brushed against her, which had caused all her
    teenage hormones to flood her body. The memories washed over her,
    and she remembered how she fell in love with the boy who now sat
    behind the door she stared at. Would he remember those feelings too?
    Recall how they’d fit together perfectly? How they’d made plans for a
    future that never happened?
    What if he rejected her? After all, communication through IM
    was vastly different than meeting someone face to face, and it had
    been a long time since they’d last seen each other.
    Trembling, she knocked upon the wooden frame and waited.
    “Come in,” he shouted.
    Her heart pounded so hard she thought it would explode. The
    slight tremble in her hand showed just how nervous she was.
    Excitement and terror wrapped around each other and hugged her like
    a wet blanket, smothering her. Abbott wasn’t sure if she wanted to
    vomit or pee her pants. Instead, she took a deep breath, calmed her
    crazy nerves, and opened the door.
    Chadwick sat with his head bent as he read some piece of
    paper. Larger than life. Beautiful. Gruff. And she could barely believe
    she was looking at him. That this moment was real. His hair was still
    the same beautiful shade of brown, but a little longer since it brushed
    his shoulders. He seemed bigger. More muscular. His leather cut fit
    his body like a second skin. She closed the door behind her with a soft
    click then waited for him to acknowledge her.
    “What is it?” he asked. The hand over his mouth muffled his
    words slightly.
    She didn’t answer.
    He lifted his head, and she watched the exasperation disappear
    instantly as their gazes met. Held. He blinked, as if not sure what he
    was seeing. Desire pooled in her stomach. The need to hold him.
    Touch him. Kiss him, because almost overwhelming.
    “Abbott?” he asked softly. Hesitantly.
    “Hello, Chadwick,” she managed to say through bone dry lips.
    The butterflies in her belly were doing somersaults. The high
    expectation she’d had for this very moment rolled together with her
    nerves, and she wasn’t sure what to do. She didn’t know how to stand,
    or what do to with her hands.

    He stood up so fast, the chair rolled away from him to crash
    into the wall. She jumped, and her heart accelerated with a slight thrill
    that shot down to her pussy. Wetness flooded her panties from his
    forceful display. “Am I dreaming this?”
    She shook her head. “No. I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
    He didn’t say anything, not for a long moment. His blue