Reaper's Stand (Reapers MC, #4)(109)

I finished Kylie’s hair and she took off running to the beach, braid flapping behind her. Kit—Reese’s other daughter—sat down next to me with a thump, passing over a beer.

“You know, I never thought I’d get sucked back into this shit,” she muttered. I glanced at her, a question in my eyes. “The MC shit. Thought I’d made it out.”

“Does anyone ever really make it out?” I asked. “Doesn’t matter what life you choose—your family will always be part of you. Just be glad yours is a good one.”

Kit nodded.

“Yeah, for the most part. Congrats on the degree.”

“Thanks,” I said, feeling warm and happy.

“Here you are,” London said. She dropped into the spot on my other side, nudging me over with her hip. I shifted, pushing at Kit until she moved her butt, too. London’s arm came around me and she gave me a tight hug. “So, you ready to settle down now, Ms. Hot Shit Graduate? Maybe give me some more grandbabies?”

“Not every woman lives to have children, Loni,” I said, my voice dry. “I seem to remember you focusing on building your business for a long time.”

“I was focused on raising your ass,” she replied, grinning at me. “You gave me hell. Only fair that someone should make you suffer, too.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I think I’ll wait a little longer. I have it on good authority that raising a kid on your own is a lot of work . . . Who mentioned that to me? Oh, yeah. That was you, Loni. Remember?”

“Speaking of you turning into a lifeless old maid with a vag full of cobwebs, I have someone I want you to meet,” Kit said, a wicked smile crossing her face. “He should be out here soon. I think you’ll like him a lot.”

“God, just one day . . .” I muttered, shaking my head. “Just one day without one of you trying to fix me up? Is that too much to ask?”

“This one is different,” Kit said, her voice indignant. “He’s—”

I heard the roar of a motorcycle and looked up to see who was pulling up to the campsite.

Holy shit. Was that . . . ?

“There he is! I can’t wait for you to meet him,” Kit grabbed my elbow, dragging me to my feet. I followed her, stumbling. No. Fucking. Way.

“Told you he’s different,” Kit said, grinning. Yeah, he was different all right. We came to a stop and he pulled off his helmet, giving me that slow, sexy smile I loved and hated so much at the same time. I just stood there, staring at him like a dumbass until Kit pushed me from behind. The move caught me off guard, and I literally stumbled into his arms.

Seriously?

“Hey, Jess,” he said, the words a slow, sexy drawl. “Never thought I’d see you again. Happy graduation.”

Fuckballs.

“So you know each other already?” Kit demanded. “Why didn’t you tell me, Jess?”

“I was trying to forget,” I muttered.

“Some things you just can’t forget,” he said, which sucked because he was right.

“I gotta get out of here,” I said, trying to pull away. He didn’t let me go, though. Nope. His hands tightened on my arms as he leaned down to whisper into my ear.

“Really? Running away again? Can’t leave your own party, Jess. That’s just rude.”

I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent. Oh, God. I’d forgotten how good he smelled, how tall he was. What he felt like when he . . .

“Looks like someone has unfinished business,” Kit said, her voice full of predatory glee. “I want details. Now.”

Oh hell no.

My brain started to work again, and I jerked away from him in full retreat. He was laughing behind me, but I didn’t care because I was well and truly over his shit.

Our story was done.

Finished.

The. End.

Wasn’t it?