going strong.
But this was Miller. Her first true
love. The man who took her innocence and gave her a wild spark that was still
hidden somewhere inside her.
“ He ’ s not here, ” Ella whispered.
“ But
you are, ” Miller said. He
stepped forward. “ I know
you know. That ’ s okay. He ’ s doing stuff that …”
“ I
don ’ t want to cause any
trouble. ”
“ You ’ re not. ”
“ The
President of a motorcycle club is standing at my door. My hus … Jerry isn ’ t home. This is middle class
living, Miller. You can ’ t
be seen like this. ”
“ Then
invite me in. ”
A bold statement.
Ella knew she should have shut the
door and apologized. Instead, she backed up and let Miller into her house - and
right back into her life.
As he breezed by her, she felt her
nose tingling a little, wanting to smell him. That roughness. That wild sense
of freedom. That feeling of no fear of anything. Christ, even right now,
stepping into the house, that took serious guts to do.
Miller did it.
Ella gently shut the door. She
pointed to the kitchen. “ Talk
in there? The baby is sleeping. ”
She watched Miller ’ s face sink a little. He turned
his head and looked at the steps. Never before did Ella think of Miller as a
father or a man who would want a family. He was always an outlaw. The kind of
guy to fight because he felt like it. The kind of guy to take off and ride
because the road called to him. But tonight there was pain in his eyes after
hearing the words the baby .
In the kitchen, Ella kept on one
side of the island, Miller on the other.
“ You
want a drink? ” she asked.
“ No.
Thanks. I don ’ t want
anything from this house. From his house. ”
Not even me?
Ella looked away.
“ I
just need to know you ’ re
doing okay here. What Jerry has become …”
“ That ’ s my problem, ” Ella said. “ Not yours, Miller. ”
“ Maybe
somewhere inside me it is my problem, ” Miller said. “ Okay? ”
“ Look
at me. I ’ m right here.
Right where I ’ m supposed to
be. ”
“ Supposed
to be? Is that where you want to be? ”
Ella felt a little anger rise up.
Her feelings of love and hate for Miller had been tangled up for years, usually
left in the dark and stranded because they didn ’ t
matter.
“ What
do you really want? ” Ella
asked. “ You just show up
here? Are you looking for him? Because he won ’ t
be home for hours yet. Probably out fucking someone else. ”
Miller made fists. “ That ’ s exactly why I ’ m
here. That wasn ’ t supposed
to happen to you. Ever. ”
“ Well,
it did. He ’ s lost it …”
Miller started to inch around the
island. For a second, Ella put her hands out, stopping anything from happening.
“ No, ” she said. “ Fuck no, Miller. You ’ re not doing this to me. ”
“ Doing
what? ”
“ This.
Whatever this is right now. You have something to ask me about Jerry, then do
it. You want to know about the other bikers that were here meeting him? Fine. I ’ ll tell you. He got mad at me
for seeing what I did. Then we argued. He …”
Miller was way too close now.
Ella closed her mouth.
She slowly reached back and gripped
the edges of the counter. She stared up at the rugged yet beautiful biker and
felt herself shivering from deep within her core. A shiver she couldn ’ t remember having in a really
long time.
Slowly, Miller reached forward with
one hand and touched her face. It threw a spark that turned into a flame inside
Ella ’ s heart.
“ What
about you? ” Miller
whispered. “ That ’ s what I ’ m worried about right now. You. ”
“ I
already told you. I ’ m right
where I ’ m supposed to be. ”
“ I
don ’ t believe that for a
second. ”
“ You … you never showed up, ” Ella blurted out.
No. Why would you say that? What
are you trying to do?
“ What? ”
“ That
night. You never showed up. He did. And now …”
“ Jesus
Christ, ” Miller said. “ That ’ s what you think? I did …”
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