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    “No,” she whispered. “But I’d understand if you did.”
    He clenched his jaw, looking away and shaking his head. “I need to know something, Jess.” His eyes hit hers, boring into them. “This story. Are you telling me the truth?”
    She nodded, but there was a hesitation that had him doubting her. He turned in frustration and moved back to the door. Leaning his shoulder against the frame, he stared out at the rain wondering how his life could turn on a dime like this. One minute everything was copasetic, the next, it was totally fucked. Fucking hell.
     
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    Jessie watched the firm set of his shoulders. She knew he wanted details. Details she wasn’t prepared to tell him. There were things she couldn’t trust him with. Not yet. She could tell that he didn’t buy her story, at least not all of it. Ghost was a smart man. Very little got past him. He’d always been quick to pick up on the little things. And now he picked up on the telltale signs she inadvertently gave off, and he knew she wasn’t being honest with him, at least not with all of it. But he didn’t push her on it. For that she was grateful. Maybe he believed in her enough to trust in most of what she’d said or maybe he knew he’d get the truth out of her eventually.
    She hoped she’d never have to tell him all of it. He’d never look at her the same, if he knew. She blew out a breath and closed her eyes a moment, letting the sound of the rain on the roof calm her for a moment. Then she opened them and took in her surroundings.
    The shed wasn’t very big, maybe eight by ten. There were no windows, but there were a couple pieces of boards missing on one side that let the fading daylight in. The roof was about eight feet high and rain leaked through in a couple of places, but at least it had a wooden floor, so they wouldn’t have to sit in the dirt.
    She leaned against one wall and slid down to sit with her back against it. Her eyes moved to Ghost.
    Ghost. His club name. Not the one she knew him by. He would always be Billy to her. He came into her life when she was eight, and her mother married his father, the man who was her second stepfather.
    Her father died when she was six. She barely remembered the man. After Daddy, there was her first stepfather; he’d been her father’s business partner. That only lasted long enough for him to weasel her dad’s half of the business away.
    That’s when Billy came into her life. They’d moved in with him and his dad. She was eight and Tommy was twelve. Billy was thirteen, a year older than Tommy and so instantly became Tommy’s idol, hers, too.
    He was older, cooler, and worldlier. Just everything about him drew them into his aura. And what an aura it was.
    She instantly fell in love with him. Well, perhaps love was a strong word for an eight-year-old girl. But she’d crushed, hard . And that never changed.
    Billy’s was the hand that was reaching for theirs even before they had to ask. He always made them feel safer, feel braver. He was always there when they needed him most. There were a multitude of times he came to her aid without her even having to ask.
    Tommy and she both knew, as did most kids on the block, if they were with Billy, they were gonna be okay. He watched over all of them. They were always under his wing.
    And he always carried their secrets. They could unburden themselves to Billy knowing he was never going to break their trust.
    He was the most fiercely loyal and protective person she’d ever known. And he’d come into her life at a time when she’d needed him most.

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    “Do you have a phone?”
    Ghost turned to look back at Jessie when she asked the question. “Yeah, but my battery died about an hour ago.”
    “Mine, too.”
    She was shivering with cold, running her hands up and down her arms. The sleeves of the flannel shirt he’d given her were soaking wet from their ride. The skin of her legs were also wet, her