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of this very reason.
    So now I had to find her.
    But first I had to find a car that wasn’t so noticeable.
    Lucky for me, I had a neighbor that had one.
    I didn’t even care that it was so early. She’d open the door for me no matter what time it was.
    I just slipped a t-shirt on over my still wet chest, grabbed my cut from the chair that designated me as a member of the Uncertain Saints MC, and threw it on over my shirt as I walked out my front door.
    I paused to lock the door to the house, thinking I’d need to find Jennifer an apartment this afternoon as well and hire some movers that could come out either today or tomorrow to box and move her shit out of the house.
    As I made the mental list of things I needed to finish today, I walked across the space that separated my house from Annie’s and went right up her front steps.
    I knocked loudly, then bent over to pick a piece of paper off the front porch.
    I want you back.
    Four simple , little words that had the power to send rage coursing through my veins.
    Here I was, fucking married, and I was getting pissed off that Annie’s ex wanted her back.
    What a head case I was.
    “Ohh,” a voice said from behind me.
    I slowly stood up and handed her the note.
    But her eyes were still focused on where my ass had been ten seconds before, which meant she got a good look at the erection that was starting to fill out the front of my pants simply from hearing the husky sound of her ‘just woke up’ voice.
    Her face flushed, and I finally got my first good look at her without being ‘all done up.’
    Her hair was a mess of curls, all piled into a bun on top of her head.
    Her face, free of makeup, had me wanting to see it every morning across the pillow from me.
    She was wearing tight black shorts that barely covered her ass and a pink tank top that only accentuated the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
    The sight of her unbound breasts had my mouth watering with the urge to suck them.
    They were perky and luscious, even with their larger size.
    I could make out the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric, and I had to clench my hands to keep from reaching out and tracing the pattern with my fingers.
    To cover up the problem I was having with gathering the ability to speak, I thrust the note in her direction.
    “I’m guessing this is from your husband?” I asked.
    She glanced down at the paper like it was a snake ready to strike.
    “You can toss it into the trash,” she offered, opening the door wider for me to come in.
    I passed by her, accidentally brushing my right arm against her breasts as I moved.
    I swallowed, trying to get into her kitchen without making a complete fool of myself.
    “Where’d you find it?” Annie asked as she moved into the kitchen behind me.
    “Your front porch,” I answered, letting the trash fall into the can before I turned around and pinned her to the spot with my gaze. “I want to borrow your car.”
    She lifted her brows at me.
    “Why?” She asked in confusion. “Is there something wrong with your bike?”
    I shook my head, surveying her kitchen.
    She had a huge pile of mail along the back of the counter next to the back sliding door.
    The other surfaces in the kitchen were spick and span.
    “Nothing wrong with my bike,” I answered. “I just need to borrow yours for a couple hours.”
    She crossed her arms and gave me the glare.
    You know the one.
    Every woman had it perfected before they even hit the age of eighteen.
    The one that was supposed to make a man tremble in his boots.
    With Jennifer, that move didn’t work at all.
    With Annie, though, it only made my primal instincts flare to life.
    The urge to fuck the attitude right out of her was instinctive and nearly overwhelming.
    “I want to follow Jennifer, but she knows my truck and bike. You drive that little hatchback, and about fifteen hundred people in the vicinity have that car,” I finally answered.
    She snorted.
    “Was that so hard?” She asked,