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I can always feel when Haze is near, even before I see him. It’s like my body picks up on his energy. Is that meant to warn me? Or draw me in?

War finally leaves Ora alone, and she sits next to me on the stool. “You ready to go out for some lunch and shopping?”

“You know me, I was born to spend money. Who’s babysitting us today?” I ask, ignoring Haze as he towers over us.

“I can take you,” he offers, and I hesitantly lift my eyes to his.

He always was too good-looking for his own damn good. Those soulful amber eyes framed in thick, dark lashes peer down at me.

“I’m sure you have other things to do,” I reply, forcing a smile. “Danger or one of the other prospects can take us.”

Ora nods. “War told Danger to take us.” She studies Haze, leaning back against the bar and narrowing her eyes slightly. “Besides, I’m sure Daisy would prefer to have you around in case she needs you.”

God, I love Ora.

My best friend throwing shade on my behalf is only one of the reasons I love her.

I so wanted to say something like that, but I didn’t want to sound too bitchy or like I care. I’m not giving him that. I need to keep some of my pride, after all.

Ora’s bad side is not somewhere Haze would want to be, with her man being the VP and her dad being the president. Ora is biker royalty. She’s untouchable. She went from only having me to having this whole family, and she deserves all that and more.

Haze’s jaw clenches. “Daisy is a grown woman, and if she needs help, there are plenty of other men around.”

“Yeah,” Ora agrees, crossing her arms over her chest. “But she’s not carrying any of their babies, now is she?”

“She could be,” he mutters under his breath.

Interesting.

My best friend doesn’t let that comment slide.

Ora’s blue eyes widen. “So, the rumors are true… you don’t even know if the baby is yours.”

“She wasn’t just fucking me, Ora, and you all know that,” he says, clearing his throat. He turns those pleading amber eyes onto me. “I don’t want to have this conversation until I find out who the father is for sure, but yeah, I don’t know if it’s mine. And we won’t until we get the paternity test done.”

“Did you fuck her without protection?” Ora asks, sharing a look with me.

Haze rubs the back of his neck. I don’t know when she became a ballbuster, but I’m here for it. Being around these bikers has done wonders for her.

“No, I don’t fuck anyone without protection,” he admits, looking toward the door like he wants to escape this conversation.

“What’s going on here?” Lore asks, wrapping his arms around me from behind. Lore is the resident fuck boy slash lover boy. He’s good-looking and too charming for his own good, and he knows it. He’s the kind of man who could talk you into an orgy and make you feel like it was your idea. Dating-wise, I wouldn’t trust him, but as a friend, he’s good to have around.

Haze’s amber eyes narrow, his fists clenching. Hayden always had a short fuse, and I can only imagine what he’s like now. He was a good fighter, too, and I wonder if he kept up with any training after they moved away. Going by his ripped body, he definitely keeps fit. I wouldn’t expect any less. Hayden was always athletic, popular, talented, and charming.

Nothing has changed except he’s now badass and in a biker club.

I can’t help but be drawn to him. If he’s in a room, my eyes follow. I can’t help it. I’ve never had a long-term relationship before. I’ve had fun, but I never met anyone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

And I never let Hayden go.

Maybe that was always the real issue.

No one was him.

And even now, even with all the bullshit surrounding him, there still is no one else for me. How sad is that?

Ora needs to slap me and tell me to know my fucking worth because here I am, still pining after the same boy since the age of twelve.