Page 123 of Ghost

“Reagan?” Luna’s voice pitches, and she runs over to her. “It’s been forever.”

Luna pulls Reagan in for a big hug, and I’m confused now because I have no idea how they know each other.

When Luna pulls back, she holds onto Reagan’s shoulders. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see my great aunt Margaret. Mom said she’s not doing well.” Reagan frowns. “What are you doing here? You hang out with bikers now?”

Luna smiles, looking over at me. “I found my home.”

“You always did like getting into a little trouble.” Reagan laughs. “Maybe you can help me then. I’m looking for Jesse King.”

“Jesse, huh?” Luna looks over at us, her eyebrows pinching when her gaze lands on Legacy.

“Yeah, I told Aunt Margaret I’d help out since she can’t get back to work anytime soon. I’m his new nanny.”

“Fuck no.” Legacy stands up so fast his barstool almost goesflying.

Reagan turns her narrowed gaze on him. “I’d really like to talk to Jesse about this, so if you could—”

“You’re looking at him, sweetheart.” Legacy takes a step forward, scanning her over. “And my answer is thanks, but no way in fucking hell.”

Instead of backing down, the girl surprises everyone in the room by rolling her shoulders back.

“Why not?”

“I have a guess—” Chaos opens his mouth to say more, but Legacy shoves his arm, shutting him up.

“Because I said.”

“Jesse—”

“The name’s Legacy. Not Jesse. And I don’t need your fucking help.”

He brushes past her, storming out of the clubhouse, and I faintly hear him start his bike. But instead of leaving, Reagan spins around and crosses her arms over her chest.

“Is he always that charming?”

“On a good day.” Chaos laughs. “You need a ride home, honey?”

“Nope.” She straightens her spine. “I’m here to help my aunt, and that’s what I’m going to do.”

“That so?”

She nods sharply. “Anyone have Jesse’s number so I can figure out where I’m supposed to be staying?”

Chaos bursts out laughing, and I just shake my head. Looks like Legacy just met his match.