Page 22 of Indecent Lies

Or so he told himself.

“That’s over.”

“Did you tell him that?”

She picked and poked at the sandwich, hardly eating a crumb. He took a handful of his fries, seeing as how they’d overfilled the bag, and dumped them on the plate next to the sandwich. “Eat,” he issued gruffly.

“I think my running off the way I did is clue enough that we’re over.”

“Penelope, seriously? The guy deserves to hear the words.”

“Well excuse me, I was held captive all week, listening to men have sex and drink themselves stupid and wearing clothes that aren’t mine and knowing no one would come and help me, I haven’t had time to think about Ronnie’s feelings, okay?”

The louder she got, the quicker fat tears filled her eyes and starting to plop down her cheeks.

Long ago, he faced another crying woman, but she was vindictive and calculating and the tears were probably squeezed out on cue.

He didn’t think Penelope had that kind of acting in her. And for a woman who didn’t know the MC ways of life, even a woman who did, being held in that way, even treated fairly and unharmed, he could see it had been rough on her.

He let her cry it out.

“He doesn’t even like me like that, Tait. He was marrying me to get a better position with daddy’s hedge fund company.”

Eyebrows fell over his forehead. “He tell you that?”

“Not in so many words, but I knew, I could feel it. He didn’t act like a man in love should.” Shrugging, she nibbled on a fry before she reached over and slopped it through a puddle of syrup on his plate. That too went into her mouth.

Texas watched the whole thing and he licked his lips.

She was cute, no getting around that.

But as far as him getting involved in whatever drama she had going on, and it sounded like a fuck ton, he didn’t have time for that.

His plan was to get her out of this hole and then get his ass back to the Carolinas.

He was happy there.

Or as happy as he could be.

He was getting to the point where he accepted his fate and was adjusting to his new life.

Being back here, knowing his brothers were not far was fucking with his head.

Add to that a crying woman and he was having a bad day.

“He didn’t want sex,” she blurted. And immediately turned red.

Not a cute pink blush, or an aroused flush.

Nope, Penelope’s whole face turned as red as Santa’s fucking pants.

Texas’ mouth curled at the edge and he copied her by swimming a bunch of fries through the syrup and tossed them into his mouth,damn that was good.

He repeated the motion before cutting into a thick slab of his pancake towers.

“You try sex toys?” He offered helpfully and watched her laugh, wiping a napkin under her eyes.

“Oh, shut up, funny guy. I didn’t want sex either, but he’s the guy, he’s supposed to want it all the time. I told him I didn’t want to sleep together until we were married and he just accepted it. Who does that?”