“Just can't get enough of me, huh?” Shooter teased, winking at me.
Shooter was Breaker's (for lack of a better term) brother.
And he had become my best friend.
There was no one else in the world easier to love.
And I wanted to be around when, one day, another woman realized that.
Besides, our lives weren't in Mexico. Our lives were back at Breaker's house on the hill. And Shooter's stupidly lavish apartment in town. In Paine's tattoo shop. In all the places we left pieces of ourselves.
We were going back.
And no matter what Breaker thought, I was totally going to get back in touch with Janie/Jstorm.
Because she had a pretty freaking awesome story too.
I looked down at Breaker, his eyes smiling at me, his arms strong around me.
Not as good as mine (in my humble opinion. Seeing as it didn't involve Breaker) but it was a doozy. And it did involve a really badass biker.
It was something I wanted to know all about.
So yeah... it was something Breaker and I were totally going to argue over in the future.
And, just like always, I would love every minute of it.