Indivisible (Steel Talons Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Evelyn Glass Page B
Authors: Evelyn Glass
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wouldn’t have pictured Jim as the type to propose it, no matter how genuine and squishy he could be inside.
Admittedly, the thought was a bit frightening. She’d lived alone for so long now that she didn’t know if she knew how to share a space with someone. Since she’d never been in a relationship like this, she certainly wasn’t sure about sharing a bed on a permanent basis. However, there were so many more reasons to try it—the most important which was the fact that she was madly, completely, and horribly in love with Jim. Having her father two rooms over was only a bonus, and the money she would save on renewing her lease, even if she paid all of the utility bills here, would give her a small savings account, which she could eventually use to pay Jim back for all of this.
“I think I’d really like to try it,” she said at long last. “I love you, Jim.”
He kissed her forehead and put out his cigarette. “I love you, too.” He backed up, and Susan frowned. She waited, as he sighed and said, “I have to get out of here. I have to make sure the rest of the boys show up, and I need to get one of my shipping trucks out and clean for the delivery. There’s also some paperwork to take care of before I go.” He motioned toward the house. “Feel free to help yourself to anything, and if you feel comfortable leaving your father in Bridgette’s capable hands, I’d like for you to at least bring a few of your most important things over so you can stick around for a while.”
Susan struggled with the idea of him leaving, especially right now. He’d been honest with her about the trip, at least, to the degree she asked, and she couldn’t deny him his livelihood or his family. After all, he’d been with the club so long that they did fill the void of not having any other family, and she knew what it was like to feel alone. She wouldn’t take him from his comfort zone. If she was going to step into his life in such a permanent role, she had to be willing to accept every aspect of him.
She nodded, looking away. “Just promise me you’ll do everything you can to be safe.”
“Of course I will. Hell, I have added incentive. I’ve got you, waiting here in my bed, and a man in the other bedroom who calls me son. It’s been forever since I had a father figure. I’m not going to throw that away now.” He pulled her to him and held her pressed against his chest. She could feel his heartbeat against her breast, and she was momentarily overcome with the desire to strip him naked and tie him to the bed, ravaging him for the next seventy-two hours.
She quelled the urge quickly and put her hands on his shoulders. “I’ll see you again when?”
He took a deep breath. “If everything goes as planned, we’re out tonight and back tomorrow night. It’ll be late, but I’ll wake you up when I get here.”
She sort of liked his assumption that she’d be there, in his bed, waiting for him. It was exactly what she intended to do, perhaps in a lacy outfit that showed a lot of skin.
Susan saw him off, watching as he rode away from the house—until he and his bike disappeared around a curve in the road. Then, she went back inside to check on her father and Bridgette, the former of whom was sound asleep and the latter of which smiled up at her from the book she was quietly reading in the corner of the room. Satisfied, she escaped, deciding to make that run to her apartment to grab her toiletries and a suitcase full of clothes and uniforms.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Jim had never felt resentment toward the Steel Talons, but today, he wished he could just tell them to go suck on a dead dog’s nose. Everything in his personal life was, for once, lining up perfectly, and while the man he’d just taken in was dying, he was much better off and had said he thought of Jim as a son.
The words had floored him, and now, Jim only wanted to make him proud and give his daughter the
Admittedly, the thought was a bit frightening. She’d lived alone for so long now that she didn’t know if she knew how to share a space with someone. Since she’d never been in a relationship like this, she certainly wasn’t sure about sharing a bed on a permanent basis. However, there were so many more reasons to try it—the most important which was the fact that she was madly, completely, and horribly in love with Jim. Having her father two rooms over was only a bonus, and the money she would save on renewing her lease, even if she paid all of the utility bills here, would give her a small savings account, which she could eventually use to pay Jim back for all of this.
“I think I’d really like to try it,” she said at long last. “I love you, Jim.”
He kissed her forehead and put out his cigarette. “I love you, too.” He backed up, and Susan frowned. She waited, as he sighed and said, “I have to get out of here. I have to make sure the rest of the boys show up, and I need to get one of my shipping trucks out and clean for the delivery. There’s also some paperwork to take care of before I go.” He motioned toward the house. “Feel free to help yourself to anything, and if you feel comfortable leaving your father in Bridgette’s capable hands, I’d like for you to at least bring a few of your most important things over so you can stick around for a while.”
Susan struggled with the idea of him leaving, especially right now. He’d been honest with her about the trip, at least, to the degree she asked, and she couldn’t deny him his livelihood or his family. After all, he’d been with the club so long that they did fill the void of not having any other family, and she knew what it was like to feel alone. She wouldn’t take him from his comfort zone. If she was going to step into his life in such a permanent role, she had to be willing to accept every aspect of him.
She nodded, looking away. “Just promise me you’ll do everything you can to be safe.”
“Of course I will. Hell, I have added incentive. I’ve got you, waiting here in my bed, and a man in the other bedroom who calls me son. It’s been forever since I had a father figure. I’m not going to throw that away now.” He pulled her to him and held her pressed against his chest. She could feel his heartbeat against her breast, and she was momentarily overcome with the desire to strip him naked and tie him to the bed, ravaging him for the next seventy-two hours.
She quelled the urge quickly and put her hands on his shoulders. “I’ll see you again when?”
He took a deep breath. “If everything goes as planned, we’re out tonight and back tomorrow night. It’ll be late, but I’ll wake you up when I get here.”
She sort of liked his assumption that she’d be there, in his bed, waiting for him. It was exactly what she intended to do, perhaps in a lacy outfit that showed a lot of skin.
Susan saw him off, watching as he rode away from the house—until he and his bike disappeared around a curve in the road. Then, she went back inside to check on her father and Bridgette, the former of whom was sound asleep and the latter of which smiled up at her from the book she was quietly reading in the corner of the room. Satisfied, she escaped, deciding to make that run to her apartment to grab her toiletries and a suitcase full of clothes and uniforms.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Jim had never felt resentment toward the Steel Talons, but today, he wished he could just tell them to go suck on a dead dog’s nose. Everything in his personal life was, for once, lining up perfectly, and while the man he’d just taken in was dying, he was much better off and had said he thought of Jim as a son.
The words had floored him, and now, Jim only wanted to make him proud and give his daughter the
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