Marrying an Asshole (Dirty Fuckers MC 3)
Eric picked Tory up in his arms, and Pixie urged Suzy out of the booth, and they left the couple to finish what they needed.
“Wow,” she said when they were in private. “I see why it’s so magical to watch.”
“It really is. Eric and Tory, that was quite tame to some of the stuff I’ve seen them do. I don’t want to do it. I just like watching.”
She smiled. “You don’t have to worry.” Moving toward him, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I like this.”
“What?”
“Being able to touch you without fear of someone else coming in, and having to let go.”
“You could always touch me, baby. That was never in question.”
She released a sigh. “You’re too good for me, Pixie.” He looked away, and she frowned at the troubled look on his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Forget it.”
“You can tell me.”
“I know. It’s nothing.”
She decided to let it go. The last thing she wanted to do was spoil a night because he was worried about something. It was probably Chloe, or maybe something to do with the club. She didn’t know.
He’d tell her when he was ready.
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James stared down at some of Suzy’s notes. Hiring that woman had actually been a godsend. She knew how to organize paperwork, and even though it was still going to take some time, she’d done a huge chunk of it already.
There was even a chance he wouldn’t have to hire someone for a week to come and deal with his taxes. His world was good. Cora was meeting him at the diner, and they were going to share a meal there before heading home.
With the worry for Chloe, James had not been able to be with his woman. However, it had highlighted some concerns, and he wanted to talk to Cora about them.
When someone cleared his throat, James looked up.
Dane stood in his office doorway, holding some paperwork.
“What’s the matter?” James asked.
“I spoke with Lucy a few days ago.”
“I figured you would. I didn’t realize that I’d not dealt with you until it was too late. Those the divorce papers?”
“Yes. She wants nothing from me. The house, it was in her name anyway at the bank. I just deposited the money into the account to pay for it.”
“Which you stopped doing when you went away for your own reasons.”
Dane dropped his head. “I fucked up, and I’m finally seeing how much.”
“I take it Lucy won’t retract the divorce?”
“No. She wants the divorce, and she wants absolutely nothing to do with me. Neither does my own son. Ryan sure has grown.”
“Like I said, you hurt him. You hurt everyone by leaving. We all tried to find you.”
“I have a knack for not being found.”
James shrugged. “Again, that was your doing, not ours. We tried to find