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“Maybe both,” I admitted, making him turn back toward me with drawn together brows.

“I don’t like the sound of that.”

“It’s not a nice story,” I warned him.

“Well, have a seat, and let’s get into it,” he suggested, waving toward the table as he went to the stove to start making a plate.

I wasn’t sure I was ready.

Hell, I wasn’t sure I could ever be ready.

But it was time to tell somewhere what had happened to me.

How and why I’d disappeared for the last six and a half years.

CHAPTER FIVE

Abigail

“So, you went on a mission,” Cary prompted a few minutes later as he dropped down across from me. Like he hadn’t just dropped a full-on meal right in front of me like it was no big deal.

I’d never met a man who could cook.

In the society I’d grown up in, men wouldn’t even think about doing such a thing. If they even tried because their wife was sick or something, the whole community would blame the wife for her husband having to do such a ‘womanly’ task.

And with Raúl, well, there were cooks for such things.

I wasn’t even sure that Raúl knew the way to his own kitchen.

So the fact that Cary had just dropped a big plate in front of me with a hamburger, a giant baked potato loaded with butter, and a side of peas in front of me was just a little jarring. I couldn’t think past it to focus on my own story.

“Something wrong? Are you a vegetarian? We have veggie burgers in the freezer.”

“I’m having a hard time picturing a biker eating a veggie burger,” I admitted, smiling a little at the idea.

“I like ‘em on occasion. They’re Billie’s, though.”

“Same as my shirt,” I said.

“Yeah.”

“What’s a princess?” I asked.

“The daughter of one of the club members. The girls are princesses. The guys are legacies, if they choose to prospect.”

“Prospect means to try to join?” I asked as I reached for the burger, too hungry to feel weird about eating when he wasn’t.

“Yes.”

“Can the girls prospect?” I asked, even though I’d never seen a lady biker before.

“Ah, that’s a good question. I know with the older generation, under Reign’s leadership, they could prospect, but no woman was ever let in. I don’t know about how Fallon, our current president, feels about it. He’s with a former female biker president of her own MC. So I’m gonna imagine he’s more progressive. Why? You thinking about joining?” he teased. And it was teasing, since no one would ever look at me with my bones sticking out of my skin, and think I was going to be a badass biker.

“I’ve never been on a motorcycle,” I admitted before taking another bite of my burger, just barely managing to resist the pornographic sounds that bubbled up in my system at having some real food for the first time in days. Hell, if I were being completely honest, I hadn’t had anything like a burger in years.

“You ever feel up to it, I can take you out.”

“Yeah?” I asked, hearing the hope in my voice, excited about the possibility of being able to make my own decision, to do something just because it sounded interesting.

“Absolutely. But you have to do me a favor first.”

“What’s that?” I asked, stiffening.

“Stop starving yourself,” he said.

And, truly, there was nothing but genuine, very sweet concern in his voice. But I couldn’t help it. The laugh bubbled up and burst out of me, high-pitched, almost a little hysterical. It was just so insane to think I’d chosen anything that had happened to me since, well, my marriage.

“You okay?” Cary asked, looking even more concerned than he’d been about me not eating.

“Yes, sorry. It’s just… I didn’t choose to be this thin,” I told him, wincing down at my plate.

“Oh, fuck. Are you sick or something?” he asked, grimacing at his possible faux pas.

“No. No, it’s… it’s just a long story.”

“Right,” he agreed, nodding. “And it starts with a mission.”

“It starts with a mission. To Mexico,” I added, starting to dig into the potato.

“Why Mexico?”

“It was as close to home as I could think of,” I admitted. “I know you have had a very interesting life, and that you visited all these places. But I’d only ever known three places. My home, my husband’s home, and the church grounds. The prospect of a new country and a new culture was scary. So Mexico felt more familiar than, say, Tokyo or South Africa. Though, in retrospect, maybe I would have gone there and rediscovered faith and purpose.”

“Faith and purpose wasn’t what you found in Mexico?”

“I found Raúl.”

“Shit. A story is never good that starts with a man, is it?” he asked, trying to give me a smirk, but it fell quickly.

“Not in my history anyway,” I admitted.

“How’d you meet Raúl?”


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