Driven by Dragonblood, page 20
part #3 of Blood Born Series
“I understand why you would do such a thing.” Compassion filled her eyes.
A strange ache twisted through my chest, and I frowned. “I gave up everything to come here, and she won’t even talk to me.”
“Maybe she just needs some time.”
I nodded.
“Mel!” an elderly man at the bar’s other end called.
Mel glanced over her shoulder and smiled, her carefree spirit flowing out of her again like a damn ocean swell. “Be right there, Junior!” She turned back to me. “If there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know.”
My cock sure as hell could use help getting some relief. It’d been too damn long since I had a woman. Hadn’t been one decent enough at the club in the previous couple of months to interest me.
Getting too damn old.
Shot glass in hand, I took in the small but well-kept bar. Patrons ranged from a couple of suits and ties to sweatshirt twenty-somethings. A few had stared at me when I’d come back in, and I knew what they saw. Big, broad, and bad ass, I looked like the type of biker parents warned their daughters about. Whatever assumptions made about me would probably be true. Drug dealer. Murderer.
Used to be, I reminded myself, glancing once more at Sheriff Elliott, who continued to stare at me. That life lay behind me, and while I had no fucking clue what to do with myself outside of the brotherhood, I hoped it would include Suzie.
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