tried to get to grips with the situation. One he hadn’t thought he’d ever have to face again, yet it was also one he’d always known he was going to have to face at some point. ‘You really have to stop thinking the worst about the way this club works.’
‘He wouldn’t be the first member to die in those kind of circumstances, would he?’
Jesse leaned back against Kip’s bike, his eyes fixed on Lexi, and she felt her stomach contract as she looked at him, properly looked at him for the first time in eight years.
‘You haven’t changed,’ she whispered, reaching out to touch his face, an almost reflex action she’d had no control over. She ran her fingers over his beard, his slightly open mouth, remembering how much she’d loved him. Or how much she’d thought she’d loved him. For a lot of years her emotions had been all over the place, but this man in front of her, he’d meant something to her. Once. But that confusion she’d felt, those fucked-up emotions she hadn’t been able to control, they’d caused the mess that had seen her driven out of Paradise. They’d hurt Jesse. They’d hurt her. They’d almost certainly led to the death of Shane, a man she’d never really loved, they’d just been thrown together as a result of circumstances created by people who had no real right to tell them how to live their lives. Yet that’s what they’d let them do. Shane had been a distraction – one of many she regretted – and by the time he’d died they’d really been nothing more than friends, their mixed-up and confused relationship no more than a distant memory. Because if someone else had intervened, put a stop to her leaving Paradise; if that man she’d wanted so badly had fought for her she wouldn’t even have followed Shane out of the compound never mind all the way back to England. Shane had been a good man, a loyal brother; he’d ended up being one of her dad’s most trusted sergeants, but she’d never really loved him. And she felt her heart break at the thought of everything that had happened as a consequence of what she and Shane had done – what they’d had to do. The things she regretted – and the things she could never regret.
‘After everything that’s happened I would have thought that was a bad thing,’ Jesse said, making no attempt to remove her hand. To be touched by her again was something he’d craved for a long time. Too long. And he hadn’t even realized just how much he’d missed it until he’d felt her fingers on his skin. Her touch as familiar as it had been the last time she’d been here.
Lexi smiled, running her thumb lightly over his lower lip. ‘I am so sorry, Jesse. For everything.’
He put his hand over hers, and Lexi breathed in deeply, the shock of his touch after so long hitting her quite unexpectedly. ‘So am I, baby.’
‘But I need to be here. In Paradise . There are things I need to do…’ She stopped talking, looking at their clasped hands.
‘What’s going on here, Lexi?’
Their eyes locked, and for a few blissful seconds it was like it had used to be, those carefree days when she’d hung out here at the compound, sat with him outside the clubhouse while they’d shared a cigarette, or helped him out in the garage. The days before she’d suddenly grown tired of the shit being attached to a club member could kick up. Did she really want to go back to that? Did she have any other choice?
‘I don’t know,’ she whispered, his hand on her hip pulling her closer. ‘And I can’t… I can’t make any promises, Jesse, because I just don’t know.’ Every inch of her was experiencing that ache again, that need to feel him kiss her, touch her; make love to her the way he’d used to. But she wasn’t sure letting any of that happen was a good idea. It wasn’t fair, to let him think she was back for him, when she didn’t really know what she was back for just yet. Being here, with him, it was just making her weak. Making her