“She can stay with Elena,” Saint said, coming up the back stairs behind his sister.
“She’s my old lady.”
“You never put a ring on her finger, nor did you make an effort to bring her back.”
“She’s here, right now,” Ralf said.
“You kidnapped her. Unless Sarah wants to stay with you, she’s going to be with Elena.”
“I want to go with Elena,” she said, looking at Saint.
Elena’s brother was an enigma to her. They were always polite to each other, and she couldn’t remember a time when she saw him smile. Being the Prez of the Saints and Sinners MC, didn’t leave any wiggle room for him to play. She’d never seen him with a woman, and she doubted she ever would.
“Sarah?”
“I’m not trying to be difficult, Ralf. I didn’t ask you to bring me back. Please, just let me go.” She touched his arm and made her way toward the door. Elena opened her arms, and she hugged her best friend close. Saint watched over them, and she did her best to smile at him.
“This is horseshit.”
“I’ll stay here and deal with him,” Saint said. “It’s good to have you back, Sarah.”
“Can I have my old job back?” She had missed the small town that she’d left behind. There was no doubt about that.
“Yes. It’s yours.”
Following Elena down the long flight of stairs, they exited the building, and Sarah made her pause.
“I just want to catch my breath.”
“You’re not out of breath.”
“It’s not that. I just, give me a second, and I’ll be okay.” She stared up at the clear blue sky as the heat beamed down.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Ralf would never hurt me. I just, it’s hard, you know? He’s been the love of my life for so long, and when you realize that you’re moving on, it just makes it even harder.”
“Moving on?” Elena asked.
“He touched me and I felt … nothing.” Sarah shrugged. “I guess I’ll have to see what that is all about.”
“He did break your heart, Sarah. It has been nearly a year since he walked out.”
“Speaking of all that time, how is my little girl? Where is my little girl?”
Elena had given birth to a baby girl, Bluebell.
“She’s with her daddy. Come on, he’s probably at the diner waiting for me. It’s lunchtime.”
“You’re still working at Dirty Deeds?”
“Only a couple of hours a week. I don’t want to do nothing. Being a mother is amazing, but there are just times I like to remember that I’m a woman.”
“I guess there’s no better place to find that than at a sex store, being surrounded by implements of pleasure to remind you of all that you’re missing out on.”
Elena snorted. “Not at all. I’m not missing out on anything.”
“You dirty whore,” Sarah said, laughing. “I’ve missed you.” She hugged her friend tightly.