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home.”
    “Do you want me to come with you?” she asked.
    I smiled at her, “No, I’m okay with him.  Besides he looks exhausted and will probably just go to sleep.  I need some time alone to think.”
    “Fair enough, but I won’t be home too late.”
    “Thanks.”
    I said goodbye to Faith and Rowan, and then headed back outside to J.  He was sitting on his bike waiting for me, still looking as pissed off as he had when he first arrived.
    “You ready to go?” he asked.
    “Yes, but I’m not so sure that I’ll be able to get on your bike in this dress.”
    He smirked.  “Never stopped you before, babe,” he said, letting his eyes roam over my body, and I hated to admit it, but that turned me on.
    Shit, now I was flustered.  “Just pass me a helmet,” I snapped at him.
    He did what I asked and then turned around, settling into his seat while I attempted to hike my dress up enough to allow me to sit on the bike behind him.  Don’t ask me how, but somehow I managed this, although I did feel like my ass was hanging out for all the world to see.
    His hands gripped my legs and pulled me in closer to him.  Bloody hell, my pussy was taking notice now, and that was not a good thing.  Not where J was concerned, because if I let her take control of the situation, god knew where we would end up. 
    I wrapped my arms around him and held on while we sped off into the night.  Fifteen minutes later we pulled into my driveway.  I guessed that Scott had given him my address.  Letting go of him, I did my best to get off the bike without flashing too much and quickly smoothed my dress down before taking off the helmet and giving it back to him.
    Without a second glance in his direction, I went inside and headed to the kitchen, flipping on lights as I went.  I was not one of those people who tried to conserve power or money by never putting lights on; I loved the house lit up.  Turning the tap on, I filled the kettle and started making coffee.  Figuring J could do with caffeine hit, I got him a mug too but then stopped myself when I went to fill it.  It had been awhile since I had made him coffee, perhaps he took it differently now.
    He entered the kitchen and I turned to him, holding up the coffee and a spoon.  “How do you have your coffee these days?” I asked.
    “Same as before,” he replied, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms.
    I felt a little self conscious with him watching me like this, but hell would freeze over before I admitted that to him so I went about the task of making coffee.  We stood in silence while waiting for the kettle to boil.  It was uncomfortable and I wished that J would just say something, but he didn’t.  Eventually I finished making the coffee and handed it to him before we both took a seat at the kitchen table.  And, again, there was complete silence.  Normally, I enjoyed silence, but with J, right now, it felt really awkward. 
    So, I forced myself to say something.  “How the hell did Bec end up with Nix?” Both her kid’s fathers had been bikers who had screwed her over so the last I knew she had sworn off bikers.
    “From what I can work out she flipped after what happened with Rob and got into some bad shit.  Led her to Nix eventually.  I think he targeted her.”
    My mind was racing and I could feel my anxiety rising.  I didn’t want to talk about Rob and J had caught me off guard even bringing it up.  My hand brushed over the scar on my arm without me realising it, until I saw J’s eyes move to it.  He lifted his hand and went to touch me.  “Don’t,” I snapped, and scraped my chair back so I could stand up.
    “Fuck, Madison.  You’re still dealing with that aren’t you?” J stood and moved towards me, but I was backing away so he reached his arm out and hooked it around my waist, pulling me towards him.
    I raised my palms to his chest in an effort to halt his progress of bringing us together.  “Don’t talk to me about dealing