After breakfast she’d gone out job hunting. First thing on her list was actually getting employed, then finding a place of her own. She’d try living in town, being close to her brother and continuing to work on their relationship. They had a lot more to correct before it was back to the way it was.

Renee stared at Weasel, wondering what his angle was.

Or maybe he’s just being nice.

He’d insisted on coming with her to town to look for a job. Renee couldn’t help it, but it was a nice feeling having somebody else with her. She pushed her feelings for Weasel behind her, knowing they wouldn’t do any good because they’d never go anywhere.

He lived a hardened biker life, and most likely saw her as nothing more than Vengeance’s little sister.

But at this point in her life that was good enough. She had other shit to work out personally before she tried to even consider anything romantic with Weasel, or anyone for that matter.

She’d applied to three different jobs already, and although they weren’t prestigious positions and mainly secretarial work, she would be glad to get anything at this point.

Leaving everything behind and starting over was hard, but with her relationship with her brother on the mend and the feeling that things would finally be okay, Renee knew that this was the start of her future.

She glanced at Weasel, seeing his focus already on her. There was something about the rough biker that always made her heart pound faster, harder.

He had several days’ worth of scruff lining his cheeks and jaw, and his dark hair was on the longer side, but the disheveled look suited him well. He was so attractive, rougher on the edges, and made the blood rush through her veins. His body was big, muscular, and perfectly honed.

He was masculine to her feminine. He made her feel like a woman just sitting next to him. No man had ever done that before, made her feel this way before.

“Vengeance tell you about the problems we had, or my personal issues and why I’m back here?”

Weasel shrugged. “Don’t be offended that he told me. We’re family and he didn’t have anybody else to talk to. He took you guys not speaking or seeing each other pretty hard.”

She looked down at her hands, which were clasped together in her lap. Yeah, their relationship has been rocky for a while.

They both made their relationship strained, but they had their future to make it right. And now that Constance was in his life, Renee could see how much Vengeance changed and how happy he was.

“Yeah, we both made some pretty big mistakes, but hopefully things can start looking up now.” She looked at Weasel again, the biker’s face stoic, emotionless. But she could see in his dark eyes that he held compassion, that maybe he even knew the struggle of family, bonds, and relationships.

“So you finally got rid of that dickwad, huh?”

She couldn’t help but chuckle. Leave it to Weasel to say it like it was. “Yeah, something like that.”

“You’re better off without someone who treats you like shit, Renee.” He stared right into her eyes and she felt like he meant every single word he said. “You deserve somebody who’s going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated, and who will get on their hands and knees and worship the ground you walk on.” He looked away then, his jaw tight, his eyes hard-set. He almost looked upset that he had said the words.

She was so overcome with emotion that she thought she might cry in that instant. But she straightened and knew that from now on she needed to show strength.

Like she had said before, this was the first day of the rest of her life and she wasn’t going to screw it up.

* * *

Weasel stared at Renee, his emotions for her strong and growing by the minute.

He always cared about her, hell, he would even go as far as saying he loved her, if only to himself, that was. But he stayed away, kept his emotions in check because of who her brother was, and the fact she didn’t like the club.

Well, she liked the club well enough, she just didn’t agree with some of the practices the MC did. He couldn’t blame her though, because club life was not for everyone. But when you’re in, you’re in and there was no turning back.

He stared at her profile, her long dark hair lightly blowing in the breeze. This urge to reach out and push the strands away from her face ran in him strong. But that would be crossing a line and he wasn’t that much of a bastard.

But she was the only woman he’d ever had any kind of attachment to. He had to believe that meant more than just getting her in his bed.

Weasel didn’t want to just fuck her—he wanted her by his side, wanted to make her smile, wanted to make her laugh. She had a rough go with the ex, according to Vengeance, and part of Weasel wanted to hunt the asshole down and beat his teeth in.

Not caring at the moment, he reached out and took her hand and his. She looked over at him, her eyes wide, the confusion and surprise clear on her face. He gave her hand a squeeze, letting her know without saying anything that he was here for her.

He just hoped she understood that because he wasn’t going to just walk away.

He couldn’t.