Walking down the street, I hoisted my bag back up onto my shoulder when it slipped again. I sighed at the stupid thing, all I wanted was to go home, have a hot bath and sleep for a week.

I'd been keeping myself busy ever since that night. I didn't want to let myself have a moment to think about that biker, or the way he looked at me. I knew that if I kept thinking about it, I would make it into something that it wasn't.

I'd also been able to avoid Deanna and her questions for the last week. She had been too busy with Flick to worry about me and I was completely okay with that.

Besides, I didn't have the answers she wanted.

I couldn't bring myself to tell her that the reason I bolted from that room, wasn't because he had done something to me, but because I was scared of my reaction to him.

He was stunning, I knew that, so did probably every other woman that was brave enough to look at him. But there was something else, something that I didn't understand, that was lingering just out of reach, which frightened me.

I didn't want to think about what that meant.

I didn't need any more dreams to go with the ones I'd already been stuck with. It was almost as if my brain was unwilling to let him go, even if I'd only caught a quick look at him, he was apparently etched into my mind.

I sighed, rubbing my eye before I remembered the make-up I had on, and stopped.

To add to my dreams of that night, I had a souvenir. The black eye that I was still sporting wasn't small at all. It covered my entire eye and went up into my eyebrow where the cut was. I had to take a couple of days off work because of the swelling, which sucked because I loved my job.

And I'm not even joking...

I knew that everyone would be asking about my new black eye when I went back to work, and instead of making up something completely unbelievable, I stuck as close to the truth as I could.

Wrong place, wrong time.

I knew they believed me when I wasn't asked anything more about it. This meant I could carry on distracting myself with work in relative peace. That was the best thing about being a nurse, I had plenty of things to do to distract myself, and no one ever questioned why you wanted extra shifts.

They may question your sanity, but nothing else.

Walking towards my car I dug through my bag trying to find my keys, cursing myself for thinking that getting such a large bag was a good idea, I almost had my entire arm in the damned thing when I ran into something solid.

"Fuck!" I hissed, I could feel my cheeks going red in embarrassment. "Christ, there's a wall there."

"Not really." A male voice, one that I knew all too well, made me freeze.

My heart starting racing in my chest, I couldn't breathe properly, let alone have the brain function to move away from him.

I swallowed hard; this was not what I needed.

"You okay?" he asked, I could see his hands coming towards me which made me jump backwards startling him.

"Yes!" I said a bit too loudly; I cleared my throat and tried again. "Yes, I'm okay. Sorry for running into you like that, I guess I didn't see you."

Welcome back brain...

He smiled at me, which sent my brain oozing back out my ear after I'd just gotten it back.

"Oh... shit..." that smile was going to be my undoing, I just knew it.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking over my body rapidly as if he was looking for an injury.

"Huh?" God he's so pretty, and tattooed...

No! Bad Lilly! Focus!

"You said 'oh shit' I thought something was wrong."

"I said that out loud?" I asked, dreading his response.

He nodded slowly, "Are you sure you're okay?"

I rubbed my face, "Yeah, long shift." God I hoped he believed me.

"Shit," he hissed, grabbing my face gently in his hands, tipping it back so he could get a better look at it. "That looks bad."

"It's just my face." I mumbled, staring at him while he was distracted.

His eyes met mine in a really? Expression. I couldn't help but giggle a little at that. His smile came back in full force turning me to mush once more.

Shit, I need to get a handle on this before I get carried away... literally.

"Why are you here?" I asked, I suddenly realised that I didn't give him any information about myself for him to know that I was a nurse, let alone where I worked, had fear spiking under the lust I was overwhelmed by.

"I was out for a ride, stopped for a smoke and saw you." He explained, "I've wanted to check in on you, see how you recovered, must be fate or something."

I chuckled, my face still in his hands. "Must be."

"So?" he asked.


"How are you?" He asked, watching my face intently.

"Bruised but otherwise okay." I answered honestly; I didn't see a need to lie to him about anything considering he was there and took care of me when it all happened.

"Good. You're tough." He smirked, and my panties flooded.

I was pretty sure I'd start to show through my scrubs in a second. All this smiling and caring was making my lady parts scream for his attention. I would end up looking like I pissed myself soon.

I cleared my throat, pulling my face from his grip. "Yes, well being a nurse and all that." I shrugged. "I'd better go, it's late and I had a long day."

I stepped around him, walking towards my car once more. This time when I dug through my bag I found my keys easily. Sighing in relief I hit the fob to unlock the doors, and reached for the handle.

"You never stopped." He said, making me look over my shoulder at him.


"That night, you saw me, but you never stopped... why?" he asked, looking at me with a strange sense of innocence. As if this was all new to him and he was learning as he was going.

I couldn't not answer him.

"Honestly..." I sighed. "I don't know, yes I saw you, but... I don't know why I never stopped, or said anything, or even waved."

His shoulders sagged slightly, "Oh... okay."

"I'm sorry." I said, feeling like I'd just crushed his soul in the palm of my hand. "I'm not good at this stuff, I haven't had the best luck with the men in my life, and..."

"And what?" he asked, taking a step towards me.

"You scare me."

His eyes widened, his jaw slackening slightly. "I scare you..." he repeated, taking a step back.

"No!" I raised my hands, walking towards him. "Not like that, I promise, not like that."

His confused eyes searched my face to see if I was telling the truth. He stopped walking backwards when he was satisfied that I wasn't actually lying to him.

"Then how?"

"It's hard to explain," he raised a brow at me. "I know, lame answer, but it's the truth. I don't know how to explain it to you."

He nodded, "It's not 'cos of this is it?" He gestured to his leather vest.

I looked it over, noting the patches on it. I shook my head no when I realised that my fear had nothing to do with the fact that he was a member of the Henchmen. I guess it all came down to the way I reacted to him, and the fear that he would be just like Billy.

Leading me on, breaking my heart, leaving me on my own.

"I'm really sorry I can't give you the answer you want." I said, I could hear the sadness in my own voice. "But, I have to go now. Maybe we'll see each other again?" I shrugged one arm, stepping back towards the car.

"Yeah..." he smirked slowly.

Oh god, help me...

I nodded at him, unable to speak, before turning my back and walking to my car. I was about to shut my door when he yelled out, stopping me.

"What's your name?" he asked his eyes hopeful.

I smirked at him. "I'll tell you next time."

I shut the door, giggling when I heard his groan through the closed window. I waved at him as I drove away, getting a smile from him in return.

That smile will be the death of me...

The next morning I woke up feeling like I had a hangover. I had gotten very little sleep after my run in with my biker. I couldn't get my brain to shut off and stop showing me that stupid smile of his on repeat until exhaustion took me and I finally got some sleep.

And by some, I mean three hours.

I was walking around the apartment like a zombie, grunting and groaning with every step I took. Deanna poked her head out of her room when she heard me, giving me a concerned look.

"Lil, maybe you should give work a miss tonight. You look exhausted." She said softly.

"Is he here?" I asked, nodding towards her room.

Deanna looked over her shoulder, "Yeah." She said with a smile.

I nodded, "I need a word."

"Okay," she nodded. "But only if you call work and tell them you need the day off."

I sighed. "Blackmail doesn't suit you."

Deanna smiled at me. "Is it working?"

"Fine." I growled. "I'll call... after I talk to Flick."

Deanna narrowed her eyes at me, but opened the door for me to walk into her room.

Thankfully, Flick was already dressed and was currently brushing his teeth in her adjoining bathroom. He gave me a wave, holding up his index finger getting me to wait a second. I nodded and flopped down on the padded bench that Deanna had at the foot of her bed.

"Don't fall asleep there." Deanna warned, sitting at her makeup table to get started.

Not that she needed it... bitch...

"Flick can carry me out if I do." I waved my hand at her, making her sigh and turn around.

"That I can." The big man agreed. "What can I do you for Lilly?"

I looked up at him, "I had a visitor at work last night."

He raised a brow, folding his arms over his chest. "Who?"

"Guess." I rolled my head to the side.

Flick rubbed his face, "Wolf." He grumbled.

"So that's his name..." I chuckled. "HA! I got his before he got mine."

Flick smirked at me. "He still doesn't have it?"

"Nope." I smiled. "Told him I would give it to him if we met up again."

Flick started laughing, "Oh... I can't... this is brilliant..." he said through bursts of laughter.

I ended up laughing with him; I mean the guys laugh was contagious enough that you just couldn't laugh with him. Even Deanna started to laugh and she wasn't paying attention enough to know what was really going on.

"Okay, okay... I think I'm good." Flick finally managed to huff out. "So... What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"

I took a deep breathe to make sure I wasn't going to keep laughing; "I need to know what kind of person he is. And can he be trusted."

Flick gave me a soft smile, "Let me ask you something first?"


"Do you think he can be trusted?" he asked, crouching down next to me.

I shrugged, "I'm not sure, I don't think I have the best radar for what kind of man I can trust."

Flick nodded, he already knew about Billy. I told him about it when he kept bothering me about getting a date, in my anger I snapped at him and ended up spilling it all. He stopped pestering me about dates after that.

Flick asked for Billy's full name, Deanna quickly stepped in stopping me from giving it, telling him that he couldn't look him up and beat him for what he'd done to me.

I thought it was sweet of Flick to want to do that. I didn't have any older brother that would want to protect me from jerks like Billy.

"I can't tell you what he does for the club, you know that." Flick said.

"I never asked that, I asked what kind of person he was and if he could be trusted." I pointed out.

"Who he is, that's a club question. If he can be trusted or not isn't up to me."

"Fine," I huffed, turning my head to look at the roof. "Do you trust him?"

"With my life." Flick didn't hesitate to answer.

"Good enough for me." I looked back at Flick giving him a small smile. "No harm in playing hard to get though... right?"

Flick grinned back at me. "Let the games begin."

I chuckled; yes... let the games begin...