Sassy Road by Destiny Blaine

he explain that without scaring her away?
    “I wouldn’t hurt you intentionally, Sassy.”
    “You didn’t,” she said flippantly, reassembling her clothes.
    He jumped out of bed, grabbed her by the wrist and held her arm at his side, forcing her to look at him. “I didn’t think, Sassy. I was caught up in the moment. I was…selfish, all right? I was so into you that I just didn’t think about —”
    “About what?” she snapped, her eyes piercing through his.
    He shook his head, ran his palm down the length of his face and said, “Sassy. I wasn’t thinking about anything else but pleasing you. I’ve never…” Fuck. He’d eventually bite the bullet. He knew it from the moment he first saw her all those years ago. It didn’t matter that he was just a boy then.
    Logan had known. He’d met a girl who’d remained in his dreams for over a decade and a half. He was twenty-six years old and never lived a day without thinking about her. He’d never understood his unsettling emotions, but he was starting to grasp why now.
    She’d always been his fated lover, his destiny. He was as certain about that as he was determined to bring down Damsel Road. Sassy was his future. Whether they’d be long-term friends or forever lovers, she reserved an enduring place in his life.
    Now here he was, seconds away from blowing what should’ve been a wonderful new beginning to see where they could take their relationship, and he was about to screw things up. He refused to let her run away.
    “Sassy, don’t leave.”
    “I need to go to the restroom.”
    He pointed to a flimsy closet-type folding door. “You can’t use mine?”
    “I need privacy,” she said, picking up her sandals. She held onto the bedpost as she slid one foot in place then the other.
    “You can’t leave. Your car won’t be ready for a few days.”
    Sassy’s gaze narrowed. “Like I said, I need to go to the restroom. Give me a minute. When I come back, we’ll talk about what happened.”
    “Promise?” he asked, studying her face, watching for that complicated tic that would give away uncertainty.
    “Logan…”
    “Promise me,” he pressed, realizing she’d use the bathroom on the other side of the clubhouse, located right next to the exit.
    “I have something I need to do,” she said. “I’ll be right back, for God’s sake.”
    Bewildered, he loosened his grip and agreed, “All right.”
    “Okay,” she said. “Which way is the bathroom?”
    * * * *
    Fifteen minutes later, Logan hurried down the hall. He tried to close his shirt, working with a couple of buttons down the front of the long-sleeved flannel while fiddling with a set of keys. He rounded the corner and ran smack dab into Tigger and Cara.
    “That didn’t take long,” Tigger commented.
    “Where is she?” Logan asked, realizing he sounded desperate.
    “She just took off,” Cara replied, acting as if Sassy’s departure resulted because of an act Cara initiated.
    “Where did she go?” Logan asked angrily.
    “How the hell would Cara know?” Tigger asked. “Look, Logan, not every woman is cut out for this life. You know that. Hell, last night she couldn’t even hold her own at the bar. She drank a couple of drinks and was out. You can’t have a woman around here like that.”
    Logan pushed by him, but Tigger caught his arm. “She ain’t worth your trouble, man.”
    “The hell she isn’t,” he replied, quickly trying to come up with a plan, a way to convince Tigger to ride out to the Devil’s Angels’ clubhouse, the only place he knew where Sassy might go.
    Tigger released him and Logan took long strides toward the front door.
    “Damn it, man. She’ll be the death of you!” A few seconds later, he added, “You’ve only known her for a day, Logan!”
    He wheeled around and glared at them. “That’s where you’re wrong. I’ve known her all my life. Her name is Sassy Road. She’s Damsel’s daughter.”

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
     
    “Look