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voice. “At least we’re at home.”
    “She does this a lot?” Marcus asks.
    “Every now and then, usually if things have been quiet, and usually following shots. One time at the Station I lost track of her and found her an hour later sitting on top of the roof on the building next door.”
    “So you’re not the only runner in the relationship,” Marcus says, and I can hear an undercurrent of bitterness in his voice. I reflexively pet Kalb’s stomach to keep him quiet, aware now that I’m overhearing a private conversation.
    There’s a silence between the brothers.
    “I…I’ve tried to…” Drifter murmurs. “You know that I…”
    “Fuck, it was just an observation, man,” Marcus says, cutting him off with a harsh laugh. “Some people get lucky, some people don’t, you know?”
    Scout whines softly, and turns his head on my lap to look at me. I wince. Bad timing, Scout.
    “Violet?” Drifter asks.
    “You found me…” I say, trying to keep my voice light, as though I haven’t overheard whatever strained conversation they’ve just been having.
    I stand up slowly, shedding the dogs, my giddiness gone now.
    “I’m winded,” I say, trying to fill the awkwardness in the air. “You guys wanna split the rest of the ice cream in the freezer?”
    A few minutes later I’m curled up next to Drifter on the couch. Marcus shook his head at the offer of ice cream and went to bed. Drifter is staring moodily at the TV while I quietly spoon Rocky Road into my mouth, wondering if I should bring up the conversation he had with Marcus. I decide against it. I told him I would trust him, so if he wants to talk any more about it, he will.
    I lean into his neck and kiss him softly. He absentmindedly strokes my thigh, and I shiver at his touch.
    “Come on, let’s go to bed,” I whisper.
    He smiles a little sadly at me. “I’m just going to stay up a little longer,” he replies. “You go ahead. I’ll be right in.”
    “Sure,” I say, a little taken aback. I can’t remember the last time Drifter wasn’t in the mood. If there ever was a last time. “Goodnight,” I whisper, and kiss him softly on the cheek, his beard tickling my lips.
    The bed is big and empty without him. I stretch my arm out onto his side so I’ll feel when he comes to bed, but I’m asleep before he does.
     

Chapter Five

     
     
    I wake up slowly, blinking in the soft morning light filtering through the white curtains in the bedroom. I smile as I feel Drifter’s hand on my hip, his thumb running back and forth across the sheet, gently waking me up.
    “Morning,” I murmur, looking up at him.
    “Morning,” he smiles back at me. His bad mood from last night seems to be gone. “You feeling OK?”
    “Yeah, the ice cream helped,” I reply, knowing he’s asking me if I’m hung over. My eyes flick up and down his body and I frown. He’s fully dressed in his riding gear. “What’s going on?”
    “Flint just needs me to go on a short run,” he says. “Probably just overnight. Be back tomorrow evening. Sorry, I know this was our first day off together in a while.”
    “It’s OK,” I reply. First rule of being a good old lady: don’t come between a Son and his club business. I turn over onto my back and run my hand over his cheek. He glances down and his mouth twitches. I follow his eyes and realize I slept naked last night, and am completely exposed.
    “Hmmm,” he murmurs, running his hand between my breasts and down my stomach. “You are making this very difficult.”
    I still under his firm hand. He locks eyes with me and continues his hand’s trajectory southward. I gasp as he crests over my mound, his middle finger plunging into my slit. He pulls it up against my g-spot and begins to circle his thumb around my clit as he stares at me. My mouth drops open in pleasure and wanting.
    I see him glance at the bedside clock. Oh god, please don’t let him have to leave me hanging. He looks back at me with a crooked