“Fuck…” he whispered while rubbing his earlobe between his thumb and index finger.
“See you around,” she said with a smile in her voice. He watched her walk away from him before she hopped into her cousin’s truck.
“Man, it’s good seeing you back in the saddle again.”
Keenan didn’t respond to his brother and got into the truck. There was no point in acknowledging him. Aiden would yap on about Ryleigh, anyway.
“Yeah, I like her for you, man,” Duncan said from the back of the truck.
“She’s a fighter, so you already know you got my blessin’,” Ronan said.
Keenan shifted in the passenger seat and said to Ronan, “I don’t need anyone’s blessing. I’m not dating her. And never will.”
Why did he tempt himself tonight with something he could never have? No matter how attracted he was to her, it wasn’t like he would bring a girl like Ryleigh around Tommy.
He didn’t know shit about her other than she seemed to enjoy extreme violence in an underground fight. Call him judgmental, but he had a five-year-old at home, sleeping in his racecar pajamas to think about.