Remy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 4)

“That’s true,” I agreed.

“We don’t want a repeat of what happened with Keith.”

“Oh, Poor Keith.”

“He was only Poor Keith because you let yourself rush in even though you knew there was no steam. Remember calling me after your first kiss with him?”

I did.

Too well.

It was on a bench near the beach. The air had been sticky with salt water and the unyielding humidity of late summer.

Keith had taken me to a fun little restaurant and then we’d browsed through a record store because he was into vinyl, then we took a walk to the beach.

And it was all just so… right.

Except the guy.

Keith was not the right guy.

And when he’d leaned in to kiss me, I felt no sparks or butterflies. All I could think during it was that I kind of wanted to go home.

Which only made me feel guilty, so I berated myself for it afterward. Then because I felt bad, I agreed to the next date. Then the next. And even the third when things got a little bit more steamy in the backseat, and I stared at the ceiling… again just wanting to go home.

Feeling like a bitch for leading him on, I made up some bullshit about being in love with Myles and that I thought I could get over it and move on, but I couldn’t. I’d been trying to spare his feelings.

It hadn’t worked.

He’d been pissed and hurt and we’d forever referred to him as “Poor Keith.”

But I had learned a lesson from that.

I wouldn’t let myself get invested with someone just because they were “good on paper,” when I knew the physical and emotional part wasn’t there.

“But at least we know the steam is there with Remy, right? And he likes dogs. Unlike Brian.”

I never dumped someone as fast as I dumped Brian. He was great. Really, really great. He was gorgeous, smart, successful, we had stuff in common, and there was some heat.

Then I’d brought him home.

And when I’d walked out of the room to grab popcorn for our movie night that I hoped would end with us ‘sealing the deal,’ I guess one of my dogs had hopped up on the bed. As was her right. I let my dogs on the furniture. But when I’d been walking back in, I’d caught him scooting his leg out and deliberately swiping my dog off the bed.

I’d seen red.

I really don’t even remember what I’d said to him, but I’d been screaming and there was popcorn all over my room afterward.

“He likes all animals,” I told Myles. “He has the dogs. But also the tortoise, the cats, and the bird.”

“So, what I am hearing is, if you two end up together, you are going to need a big-ass house. Not for future children, but all the animals you two are going to have.”

“I mean, that is my dream with or without a man,” I reminded him.

“True, but think how fun it would be if you had all of that, plus wild, steamy, hot biker guy sex too.”

“That is the ultimate happily ever after,” I agreed.

“You could have it now, you know,” he said, making me sigh.