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women.  He liked them more than most, but he was careful.  He knew some of the brothers watched him to try to figure him out.  He didn’t like being vulnerable out in the open and sex always made him let his guard down if only for a few seconds.  He usually took a woman to her place or anywhere that offered privacy.
    Candy was different.  He trusted her.  She had proven more times than he could count that she was trustworthy and he thought nothing of leaving her in his bed while he gathered something for their breakfast.  He wanted to talk to her, but he wanted to feed her too.  Basic things were very important to Spec, especially making food, not that he had ever gone hungry, but basic things were important and preparing them showed a certain care that mattered. 
    He was vigilant as he walked around the building to the rear entrance.  He knew if Pick had suspected what had happened between he and Candy then there would be trouble, but he didn’t see the man this morning.  He shrugged figuring Pick was probably passed out somewhere with some shank.
    Spec wasn’t afraid of the lanky ex-con, but he was cautious.  He knew Pick had weaknesses, but the biggest one had seemed to be Candy.  The man had changed over the last few years and Spec would prefer to watch him more before he got into a scrap, but if it came down to it, Spec was confident that he could win.  He always won.  Spec knew a couple of the brothers could take him if they chose to, Shadow especially, but he had no need to tangle with the man thankfully.  Spec wasn’t stupid enough to think himself invincible.  He was just flesh and blood, but he knew that arrogance was the biggest weakness a man could have and most men who joined a motorcycle club had it in spades.
    He pushed the door to the kitchen open to find a few of the brothers sitting at one of the long low tables.  Mike looked up from where he sat with his plate.
    “Spec.”
    “Vest.”
    Mike frowned as he always did when anyone used the moniker Angel had pegged him with.  Spec hid a grin.
    “And what are you doing here this morning?”
    “Marty is grouchy as a she-bear and sick again.  Didn’t feel like eating cereal again so I came here for something hot.  She can’t stand to smell anything cooking.”
    Spec noticed Mike looked pale and worn.  The stress of almost losing her had gotten to him along with the bullet he took to the back to save her.
    “How’s the back?”
    “Sore as fuck, but I had to get out for a while.  She doesn’t need to be babying me.”
    Spec grinned.  Marty had put Mike through the ringer since their first meeting and it looked like he was still suffering. 
    “Ready to move back in upstairs yet?”
    Mike met his eyes then and he saw gut-wrenching sorrow.  “No man.  I’ll never leave her again.  I could take this shit for years and never want to leave her again.”  Mike sighed.  “To be honest I’ve been watching the clock until I can go back.”
    Spec nodded.  He was surprised Mike spoke to him at all after what had happened.  It had been his fault Marty had been taken.  He’d let personal issues get in the way of club business and it had almost cost Marty her life.
    “I’m sorry Mike…I…”
    Mike shook his head.  “It turned out.”  He shrugged.  “And from what I heard you helped watch after her after we got her back.  I know I don’t know all of it, but I know you did your part.  That shit is on that asshole Dax, may he rot in hell.  You’ve got to stop this shit every time I see you, it’s depressing.”  Mike took a long drink of soda from the can he held.
    Absolution felt good even if he didn’t deserve it.  “She doing alright with everything?”
    “She’s fine.  The girls showed up an hour ago talking wedding shit and I got out while she had company.”  He grinned.  “Well, she kicked me out and said she needed an hour without me feeling her up.”  He shrugged.  “Damned sexy with that little