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somewhere else before he turned back to me.
    “Yeah, Reaper’s great. There’s not another soul I trust more in the world. He and my other brothers were what held me together when Rosie’s mom died.”
    “I’m so sorry, Mike,” I said softly, his hand still warm in my mine as I squeezed it gently.
    “Thanks, it’s been hard,” he replied, his eyes clouding with pain. “But we’re doing okay, I think.”
    “It’s obvious you are doing a wonderful job with Rosie, Mike,” I said. “She’s a wonderful girl.”
    His face lit up when he spoke of Rosie.
    “She is, isn’t she? I couldn’t be more proud of her. But like I said, I couldn’t do it without the club. I love those guys and I’d do anything for them.”
    “You’re lucky to have their support,” I said.
    “Yeah, I am,” he said, pulling my hand up to kiss the back of it as he stopped us in the middle of the busy boardwalk. The crowd trailed around us, parting to the side as they sidestepped us. Mike looked down at me solemnly, not caring that we were blocking traffic.
    “Daisy, do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
    “Oh! Goodness…” I stammered. He had a way of disarming me with his directness, and I hoped like hell I never got used to it. “You’re sweet, thank you.”
    He reached up, catching a strand of hair that was blowing in the wind, and tucking it behind my ear. What a vision we must be, I thought, as I caught the eye of a woman staring at us as she skated by. Little miss wholesome teacher being tenderly held by a scary, rough and tumble, leather-clad biker.
    But I didn’t care. I didn’t care what anyone thought, I didn’t know anyone here anyway, and the chances of me running into someone I knew from home were absolutely zero. I could do whatever I wanted, I could be whoever I wanted, and the freedom of that was exhilarating.
    As much as I knew I should resist him, having a man like him in my life could bring me a lot of happiness, in a lot of different ways. I didn’t care what he did, or who he was, when he wasn’t right in front of me. I had heard all about outlaw clubs and the rumors about what they did, but I chalked it all up to myth and stereotypes.
    I couldn’t imagine Mike hurting anyone or doing anything immoral. He was a good man, I could feel it.
    And he was nothing like Todd. In fact, he was the complete opposite of Todd, and if I was going to allow a man back into my life, then that was exactly what I wanted.
    Someone as far away from Todd as I could get.
    When Mike leaned down to gently press his lips to mine for a way too quick kiss, I kissed him back fervently, lest he for some crazy reason think I didn’t want that.
    Because I more than wanted that. My body was on fire around this man, and I wanted everything he wanted to give me.
    He grabbed my hand again and we continued walking down the boulevard together, taking in the sights and laughing as we went along. When we came upon an old woman selling fortunes, Mike’s eyes lit up and he pulled me towards her.
    “What are you doing!” I squealed.
    “C’mon, let’s get your fortune read! I love this shit!” he said, showing me once more that he wasn’t your typical biker.
    “Um…really?” I, on the other hand, thought fortune telling was a lot of baloney.
    “Yep, I’ll pay for it. C’mon, it’ll be fun!” He looked almost boyish as I shook my head and let him pull me through the crowd and sit me down in front of the old woman.
    I smiled at her as she peered into my eyes. She had to be at least eighty. With wrinkled skin and sunken, yet sharp, blue eyes, her long salt and pepper, braided hair was covered in a fringed scarf, with more scarves wrapped around her neck and wrists along with dozens of jangling chains and colorful beads — and one very scary looking bird claw hanging from a leather rope and displayed squarely over her heart.
    “Hello, child,” she said to me, studying my face.
    “Hello, ma’am,” I replied as Mike sat in