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did n’ t mind one bit if my future included Ryder. 
     
    “ You need a name ,” he said.  “ You know, until you remember yours . ”
     
    “ Oh, yeah? Sure, okay ,” I replied.  “ Any suggestions ? ”
     
    “ Suggestions? Oh, le t’ s se e… how about Barbie or Bertha ? ”   he said, laughing at his own joke.
     
    I wrinkled my nose.
     
    “ Do I look like a Barbie or a Bertha? Really ? ”   I asked.
     
    Ryder laughed, his eyes crinkling at the edges. The neon light from a sign behind the bar reflected off one of the grey hairs on his temple, shimmering in the light.  It was enchanting and completely distracting.
     
    “ How old are you ?” I asked.
     
    “ Oh, I’ m getting up there.  I’ m forty . ”
     
    “ Yo u’ ve been in the MC for a long time ? ”   My mind was suddenly flowing with questions for him. 
     
    “ Yeah, a really, really long time.  My old man was the president before me ,” his blue eyes darkened when he mentioned his father.
     
    “ And your Mom ?” I asked.  His eyes widened, and he looked away before he answered me under his breath.  “ Long gone.  Sh e’ s long gone.  She died a while back, but she was dead to me before then . ”
     
    “ Oh ,” I said quietly.  I saw just a glimmer of pain in his eyes before he looked away, shutting down any flicker of emotion before it could surface.  “I’ m sorry . ”
     
    “ I t’ s all good, no worries.  She did n’ t know the first thing about being a mother, so i t’ s good she was n’ t around.  I’ m better off for it, clearly ! ”   he said, spreading his arms to his sides. 
     
    I smiled, shaking my head at his sarcasm.  Truth was, he seemed just fine to me.  He obviously had a different opinion of himself.
     
    “ So, what exactly does the club do? What does the President of the Gods of Chaos do ? ”   I thought that might be a forbidden question, but I asked anyway.
     
    “ I do a lot of things.  I make the decisions about what jobs to take.  What direction the club is going to go in.  I t’ s a democracy, though.  We vote.  Sometimes, I veto the vote ,” he said, chuckling.
     
    It was a vague answer, but I decided not to press the issue.  I had other things on my mind, and as much I wanted to know everything about him, including what he looked like under that cut, I had bigger questions to ask.
     
    “I’ m glad we have some time to talk ,” I said, between scarfing down bites of my burger.  “ I have so many questions for you . ”
     
    “ Apparently, you do.  But first, we were deciding on a name for you ,” he reminded me. 
     
    “ Oh, right.  I got, u m…,” my gaze landed on the grey hair on his temple again, still shimmering amongst the dark ones, still distracting me, still forcing me to use all my strength not to reach out and caress it , “ … distracted. A name, okay, le t’ s see.  Maybe I should pick it?  You seem to only know the most awful names in existence . ”
     
    He laughed, throwing his head back, the sides of his eyes crinkling again, my insides melting with yearning for his touch. 
     
    Why was I thinking like this? Why did he have this pull that I could n’ t shake?
     
    “ I got it ,” I said. 
     
    “ You do? Okay, wait ,” he said, wiping his hands on his jeans before offering his hand for me to shake across the table. 
     
    “ Hello, nice to meet you.  I’ m Ryder ,” he said, a twinkle in his eye.
     
    What a charmer, I thought, as I put my hand in his.
     
    “I’ m Samantha ,” I said, letting the name roll off my tongue .“ But you can call me Sam.  Nice to meet you, Ryder . ”
     
    He shook my hand briefly, but then brought my palm up and brushed his lips against the back of it. 
     
    “ Sam ,” he said, his intense gaze staring right through me.  “ I like that . ”
     
    “ Thank you ,” I said .“ I think I do, too . ”   And I did.  It felt good.  Solid.  I needed solid.
     
    “ Okay ,” he