Chapter 20

Michael

organ, I’m beat. I’m going to head to bed soon.”

Morgan is sitting cross-legged on the hotel sofa, staring at her cell phone intently when her blue eyes look up and meet mine. “It’s nine o'clock.”

We’re in Atlanta this weekend, and I took second in the race today, right behind Cash and ahead of that prick, Tate.

I saw Dani for a flash before the race, but lost her in the crowd when it was over. We haven’t talked since last weekend in Florida, but somehow it still seems different than the past year.

I know she's pissed off about our argument, but I think she knows I’m right.

Who the fuck willingly goes into a relationship with an addict?

“Yeah, but we have an early flight.”

Please just take the hint.

Her eyes roll. “The flight isn’t until eleven. And my job is to keep you on schedule and out of trouble.”

That’s not exactly in her job description since I hired her, not Jax and Shriller. “What kind of trouble can I get into in a hotel room?” She shoots a questioning glance at me, and I laugh. “I’m going to sleep.”

She puts her phone down on the table. “Sometimes I think you look for trouble. I mean, I miss one race and you almost get in a fistfight.”

“I told you, that fucker deserved it.”

She raises her small hands, with her fingernails painted a dark blue, silencing me. “Still. You need to stay out of trouble. Were you trying to impress that Dani chick?”

Oh fuck, here we go. “It had nothing to do with Dani.”

“Right. That girl is trouble.”

I stand up and walk over to the window of the hotel, looking out over the lit up city. “Worrying about that is definitely not part of your job. Like I said, I’m beat.”

There's a pause and then a sigh, and I hear the door click behind her.

Morgan is awesome, but there’s only one woman for me, and there's no way I’m going to lead Morgan on.

Huh, I guess the therapy and the meetings are working.

A knock sounds on my door a few minutes later, and I know exactly who it is.

I smile when I open the door and see I’m right. Dani is standing there.

She doesn't say a word. Her arms just wrap around my neck as her foot kicks the door closed, and her soft lips meet mine. It’s hungry, but tentative as if she's trying to understand something.

Her arms stay locked around my neck as she pulls back to look up into my eyes, “You confuse me in every single way. But when we kiss, everything seems so clear.”

If that doesn’t sum us up, I don’t know what does.

My lips crash against her again as I hoist her up, her legs wrapped around me, and we make our way to the bed.

It doesn’t make sense. It’s messy. It’s complicated as fuck.

But that’s just us.