Chapter 72
Briar
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Nobody had to tell me who the bike was for the instant I saw it. The pearled purple and green
gas tank with the silver dragonfly emblem, the dimensions and width of the handlebars, the
supple seat meant only for a woman. I closed my eyes as tears threatened. The men were
silent and Carter pulled my face into his chest. It was everything I didn’t know I wanted, and
here it was. Sometimes, I thought Uncle Jake knew me better than my mom; this though,
seemed to prove it.
I forced the tears down, swallowed them up, and tried to blink them back, as Carter’s hand
gently caressed my head to his chest. I fell into his heartbeat, sure and steady, like an oak
tree. I held onto that feeling he gave me and lifted my head. The men shuffled uncomfortably
at the display, without a word.
“He made it for me,” I rasped out loud. The three men circled the bike, their gazes cutting
back to me every now and then, as they mumbled to each other. Nodding, grumbling, and
pointing at the obvious I had already seen with my own eyes.
“Who are you to Jake?” Tod asked. I was about to respond before Carter cleared his throat. The
atmosphere felt suddenly thick and the other men bowed their heads.
“How about you show the lady to the office so she can right the mess so you all can get paid,”
Carter said sternly. The suggestion was cold and pointed. The men shook their heads and
Byron motioned for me to follow him. I chanced a glance at Carter, he eyed the other two men,
his gaze pointed. His hand pushed me gently at the back to follow Byron. Knox and Tod
refused to meet Carter’s eyes as he stared them down.



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