Reaper's Stand (Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 4)(131)

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?