“A couple of things. I’ve got to unpack it.”
“I’ll go and do it.” He brushed past Ralf, showing him that he wasn’t jealous, and that he had no concerns about leaving him and Sarah alone.
“What’s going on with him?” Ralf asked. The walls were so thin that it was easy to hear their conversation even as he unpacked her fridge.
“What do you mean?” This from Sarah.
“That Hell’s Wolf out there.”
Sarah chuckled. “His name is Knife.”
“I don’t care what his name is.”
“You’re seriously going to do this now?”
“Look, Sarah, I care about—”
“Don’t do that, Ralf. I mean it. Knife, he’s a friend, okay?”
“He looks like he wants a hell of a lot more than friendship from you.”
“So, what business is it of yours?” Sarah asked.
“You’re mine—”
“No, I stopped being yours when you walked out on me, Ralf. I’m moving back to Sinners’ Corner because I want to. Yes, you kidnapped me for a day. You and I, we’re not back together. We’re not dating, and when we go back to Sinners’ Corner, I’m not going to be waiting for you. It’s time for me to live my life my way.”
Knife kept unpacking the fridge, and he couldn’t help but smile. This was what he’d been waiting for.
“Sarah?”
“No, you don’t get to ‘Sarah’ me. This is the way it has to be. We’re not the same people anymore.”
“Nothing has changed for me.”
Sarah released an aggravated noise. “You’re infuriating. Everything changed when you walked away, Ralf. You didn’t say anything, and by leaving, going back to the Saints and Sinners, it said everything.”
“I’ve not been with any of the club pussy.”
“It doesn’t matter. I never asked you to leave them in the first place. Everything you did, becoming a deputy, leaving the Saints and Sinners MC, that was all on you.”
“I did what I thought you wanted.”
“You never asked. I’d have put you straight about what was going on. You didn’t need to change for me, Ralf.”
Knife closed the fridge and looked toward the door of the bedroom. He heard her pain, and he wanted to go and beat the shit out of Ralf for making her feel it.
“I love you, Sarah.”
“Do you, really?”
“I’ve said so, haven’t I?”
Once again Sarah sighed. “Yeah, you said it. You’ve said it a lot, but do you even know what you feel? Do you know what real love is? Do you feel so consumed that you can’t stand another moment but to hear that person’s voice?”
“I don’t understand,” Ralf said.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”