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I paused. My mother is no June Cleaver, but I love her. " I asked, after a couple of breaths. My voice had gone soft. "Happy. " "That's progress," Mom said, and I knew she was smiling. The Harley engine began to rev. Biker impatience. "Gotta go," Mom told me. " "I love you, too," I said, but she had already disconnected. I shut off the phone, curled up in a fetal position in the middle of the bed, and dropped off to sleep. When I woke up, it was dark and somebody was rapping on my door. I dragged myself up from a drugged slumber, rubbing my eyes.

Tristan threw back his head and laughed, then he pulled me close, right there in front of God and everybody. "Hallelujah," he whispered, and squeezed me even more tightly. He walked me back to the Lakeside Motel, and I might have invited him in, if the minivan family hadn't been there, swimming again. They smiled and waved, like we were old friends. "Later," Tristan said, and kissed me lightly. With that, he walked away, leaving me standing there with my room key in one hand, feeling like a fool.

She loved how he held back, hated how he held back, wondered where he found the control when she had next to none. She wanted so much from him. She wanted it all. Things that surprised her with their insistence. Things that never before had seemed so right. Things that had always been a dream, one from which she was slowly waking up. She wanted everything. Everything. And she wanted it with Jax. The reminder brought her back to the truth of why they were here. She slipped out of the kiss, eased her mouth away, her body away, sighed in his arms, and turned.

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