His green eyes are locked onto Dixie Rose like a homing beacon. The feelings are still there between them.
This is going to make for an interesting weekend. “Hey, babe,” I say to Shadow.
“How you doing, girl? Came to check on you.” He winks.
“Doing well. Echo, prospect.”
“Hey, Bluebell, Dixie Rose.” Her name is a whisper on his voice.
It sounds so painfully intimate, I feel like I’m an intruder.
“Echo,” she says flatly. “Shadow, thanks for the hospitality.”
“Thank you for coming to stand by my girl.”
“Anytime. Blue’s easy to love,” she replies.
“Yeah, she is,” Shadow says staring me down.
My body goes up in flames, and it has nothing to do with the sun.
“We were doing some errands and wanted to make sure you girls were good,” Echo says.
“Well, we’re fine,” Dixie retorts.
Shadow slow blinks and arches a brow slightly.
I shrug, feigning ignorance.
He shoots me a look that says, we’ll be talking later. “We’ll be seeing you,” Shadow says.
“Yes, we will,” Echo vows.
They turn and disappear as suddenly as they appeared.
“I don’t think he got the memo about it being over,” I say.
“And you’re loving it,” she growls.
“I love you happy. I think you need closure. Not just with him, but with the club. Family is important. When they ran you off, they took that from you. I hate it. I always have,” I explain.
“It’s not the same for you.” Dixie rolls onto her side and props herself up on her elbow. “They don’t hate you for something you have no control over. You’ve got enough white in you to pass.”
“I don’t.”
“No,” she holds up her palm, “I know you don’t. I’m telling you how they see it.”
“It’s fucking ridiculous. This isn’t the sixties.”
“Agreed, but old habits die hard.”
“But they do die.”
“Always so optimistic.” Dixie shakes her head.
“Aren’t you the glass half full for me on days when I don’t want to get out of bed?” I ask.
“True. But it’s sickening when it’s turned against me.” She narrows her eyes.