Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Cora POV

Today, I was going to fast walk in the park and see how far I could go. I was thinking about days when I can, once I start work, go to the park as often as I can. I need some exercise, I need to get this thigh working again. I haven’t found a gym yet, but there must be one close by. I was going to check on the internet, but then changed my mind, thinking I needed to do some fast walking, then maybe running and see how I go that way first. Before starting weights and a heavier workout, my thigh still twinges, it’s too

soon.

It was okay, but I was feeling lonely. It would be nice to walk, run, or be with someone. The last two weeks with Gunner had hardly been alone, and I liked that feeling, even after he left to go on the bike ride, to who knows where and why it was all in secret. I had Scones, Bluey, and other girls around me, keeping me company. I hardly had a moment to myself, and I hadn’t realised how much I had enjoyed having their company. They were fun, made me laugh more than I had in years, and I felt included.

A new phone

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needed. I had had enough of all these text messages coming in; even blocking them didn’t work because they kept using different phones. It was very trying; they were not getting the message. I don’t want anything to do with them.

Another turn around the park, and I saw Scones.

“Hey, Scone

I greeted her with a hug. It was wonderful to see her; out of all the ladies, she was the one I

missed the most.

“How are you? I miss you. The club lads miss your cooking.” I burst out laughing because that was the last thing I expected to hear coming out of her mouth, being the club cook. We talked for a while, and I gave her my new number.

“Good, I wanted to suggest getting a new phone number. They didn’t sound like they would give up on chasing you anytime soon.” I agreed with Scones; they were relentless. I watched her leave and wished I could be with her. I had never been lonely before, always so busy, either with work or study.

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Maybe that’s why I lost my boyfriend and best friend, because I was too busy with my life, and trusting that their slow move away from me was all my doing?

Was it?

Did I push them towards each other?

No, don’t take the blame for their actions.

I didn’t do anything wrong.

Once I start working, I will be too busy to be lonely.

There’s still more of the town to see.

Chapter 22

Clair

had just finished cleaning up my kitchen when my new phone rang; only Scones and the hospital had my new number. Bluey would see my new number if she looked up my information.

It was Gunner, his deep voice, who had my panties wet just from hearing him speak, and he wasn’t even there.

He was coming over to talk, and more, I hope.

I waited outside for him to arrive. The sound of his bike had me pushing the fob to open the gate. His eyes soon found me, and the bike headed straight towards me.

The kiss was full of promises of something more, yet he couldn’t stay. I felt my stomach drop. It was club life, and I had to accept either or walk away. At the moment, I didn’t want to walk away from Gunner, but I was scared of what club life would mean for me. I have seen what it could be like, but the sudden disappearances and the woman being kept in the dark were hard for me to accept, after what happened to me. The trust levels were at an all–time low. I don’t like secrets, and to know being a biker’s girl would have a lot of those, doesn’t sit well with me, but at least I can have some good times with Gunner, and his large third leg, that large appendage, was very satisfying while I sort my life out.

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He left aft

just one kiss, and he had asked to take me out on a date and be back later today.

I stood there until he was out of sight and the sound of his bike could no longer be heard before heading

back inside.

Oh, what am I

aring to wear?

me to climb on the back of his bike?

Like, will he

That puts all

adorable dresses out of the picture.

What’s left?

A jumpsuit?

Plain jeans and a shirt?

Heels?

Can you wear heels on a bike?

Hair would have to be down; a helmet would spoil everything fancy.

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out Why does going out have to be so complicated? It was never like this with my ex. I could have gone naked, towards the end, and he might not have noticed, too busy texting on his phone, which I know why now, forget him, stop comparing, because there’s no comparison.

They are chalk and cheese, oranges and lemons, night and day, and any other opposites you can come up with, Gunners over six–four. My ex was five–nine and slim, whereas Gunner is huge and all muscle, so there’s no comparison.

Gunner sees me.

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Talks to me, sort of, he can be bossy, but kind too.

Now, back to what to wear.

I have absolutely no clue.

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I remember what the club girls wore, and I can’t wear that sort of clothing. One is because I don’t own anything remotely like it, and two, I am not going to buy sornething that looks a size too small and shows all my azz, and worry that I might flash someone when a part falls out of my top.

Nope, not happening.

Got to be me, whatever me is.

I tried on two dresses to see if I could straddle a chair wearing them, and the dress was definitely out. It’s not too cold so that I could wear shorts, but I don’t know where he was taking me, and if we returned late at night, it might be colder, the wind chill factor on my bike, I would freeze. So I am back to jeans or slacks.

I pulled out three different pairs of jeans that were hiding in the back of the wardrobe, and eventually

chose a black pair that had silver stitching down the side, some pattern on the pockets, of a bird, a large

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