Page 45 of Twister's Salvation

“Massive one,” I teased.

He rounded the bar and didn’t stop until he was right in front of me.His arms looped around my waist, and he pulled me close.

“I regret nothing,” he whispered.

And then his mouth was on mine.

God, he kissed like he meant it.Like he didn’t care if the sun rose or the world ended, as long as I kept kissing him back.

I did.

My arms slid around his neck, and his hands gripped my hips.We pressed against each other.Our tongues tangled, and our hearts raced.My back hit the bar, and he leaned into me, his mouth devouring mine until I had no thoughts left.Just heat.

We pulled back, breathless.

“Now that,” he murmured as he brushed his nose against mine, “is the kind of good morning I was looking for.”

I laughed, and my breath was shaky.“I still need to finish cleaning up.”

He pressed one last kiss to my lips.“Then I’ll leave you to it, doll.I need to get back to the clubhouse and figure some things out.”

I sobered.“Like the brick flying through your window?”

His jaw tightened.“Yeah,” he said.“I’m sure it’s Nick and Frank being assholes.We’re gonna pay them a visit.”

I frowned.“I just don’t see them doing that.It feels… off.”

He studied me.“You really think you know those two tools?”

I shrugged.“I mean, no, we’re not doing shots and spilling secrets, but I wouldn’t peg them for throwing bricks through windows either.”

He scoffed.“I hope for your sake we find out Nick and Frank aren’t behind it.”

I reached up and cupped his cheek.I pressed a kiss to his lips.“Me too.”I knew that Twister would figure out whoever was behind it and take care of it.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped at the screen.“Give me your number, doll.I’ll call you later.”

I rattled it off, and he punched it in.“Later, doll.”

Then he walked toward the front door but stopped when something on the ground caught his eye.He bent down and picked it up.“You dropped this?”

I wiped my hands on the towel and tilted my head.“Um, no.I would’ve seen it when I swept earlier.”

He turned it over in his hands.“Then what the hell is this?”

My stomach flipped.I walked around the bar and joined him at the door.“Open it.”It wasn’t anything that was mine.

He didn’t hesitate; he tore the envelope open and pulled out a ripped piece of paper.

His jaw clenched as he read aloud.“You made your choice.Ready for the consequences?”

My blood went cold.“Oh my god,” I whispered.

I snatched the note from him and read it again.

“What choice did I make?”I breathed, as my fingers trembled slightly.

His voice was rough.“Me, doll.”