Sanctuary (Freaks MC Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

What does he do?”
    He's an outlaw. He turns up at my house covered in blood. He travels the country for a motorcycle club, doing things that keep him up all night, drinking bourbon. He hurts people. “He's a mechanic.”
    “ And how did you two meet?”
    “ He was a customer at the diner.” At least that she could answer honestly. “We met about five years ago.”
    “ Five years? And you haven't managed to get him to commit. Emma dear, why are you wasting your time on this man?”
    “ I don't want him to commit. We're fine as we are. He has his life, I have mine, and sometimes, when our paths cross, we get together.”
    “ He's married, isn't he?”
    “ No, he's not married.” Emma took a sip of her coffee and tried to stay calm. She never talked about Deke to anyone, and it was beginning to freak her out a little. “Please, Harlow. Can we talk about something else? I'm really not comfortable talking about my sex life.”
    “ Fine. Just remember, though. You're not getting any younger. Do you really want to end up all alone like some crazy old cat lady, because you were too chicken shit to take the plunge with a man you so obviously like?”
    “ I'm thirty-five. And I don't like cats. Now can we just change the subject?”
     
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    Over the next couple of months, Emma settled back into her usual routine. Winter was rapidly approaching, she needed to tidy the vegetable patch, and the veranda needed to be repaired before the bad weather set in. On top of this, she had two commissions to finish and extra shifts at the diner, so brooding over Deke wasn't an option. Despite this, she couldn't shake the feeling of discontent. Hearing Harlow say out loud how she was selling herself short had got to her more than she wanted to admit. She wasn't getting any younger, and while she was happy with her life right now, she did want kids in the future, and she couldn't see that happening with Deke. Maybe it was time to tell him they were done, and move on with her life.
    For now, though, the veranda wasn't going to fix itself, and there was still a couple of hours of daylight left. So armed with a hammer and nails, she climbed on a chair, and with the stereo on full blast, set to work.
    “You're gonna break your neck doing it like that.”
    “ Deke!” The chair wobbled violently as she spun around and, reaching up, he lifted her off and set her back on solid ground. “I didn't hear your bike.”
    “ Not really surprising with that all that goddamned noise.” He turned off the stereo and lifted her chin with his forefinger. “Good to see you, little witch.”
    There was no opportunity to respond as his mouth came crashing down on hers, and with her legs wrapped around his waist he carried her inside.
    In five years, there had only been him. He'd never asked if there were others. Emma wasn't sure whether that was because he was so arrogant that he believed he was enough for her, or if he really didn't care what she did when he wasn't around. But the truth was: he was enough for her, and ever since that first time, she didn't want anyone else. “Deke…” She gasped and dug her nails into his neck. “Oh God, Deke... I…” His mouth was on hers again as he pushed her against the table and started to wrestle with her sweater.
    He pulled away and attempted to pull the offending item over her head. “For fuck's sake, how much of this is there? Goddammit! Help me out here, woman.”
    Laughing, she pulled off the sweater and dropped it on the floor. Deke stood back and watched with an amused expression. She cocked her head slightly. “What?”
    He made a face. “Just looking.”
    “Well can you stop looking and start doing? Unlike you, I haven't been laid for nearly two  months.”
    “ Does it bother you?” He touched her cheek, but stayed firmly where he was.
    “ Really, Deke? You're going to ask me that now?”
    “ Does my screwing around bother you?”
    “ Yes, of course it does. Now get over