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his room to tuck him in. He was already under the covers when I walked in.
    “Did you brush your teeth?” I asked.
    “Yep, and I hung up my towel,” he proudly responded.
    “Well, look at you being all grown up.”
    “When I get older, I’m going to get a Dive tattoo, and I’m gonna have a beard. A big one.”
    “Is that right?” I smiled. His eyes sparkled with wonder, and I knew that he was thinking about the biker from the diner. I couldn’t believe after everything he’d been through tonight, he ended up at a table eating with a guy from some motorcycle gang. He was the toughest looking guy I’d ever seen, and he was looking after my child! Surprisingly enough, he didn’t frighten me or Wyatt. I thought back to the moment his hand met mine, and I gently brushed the tips of my fingers over my palm, trying to hold onto the memory of his touch. There was something comforting about his presence that I didn’t understand. I should’ve been scared that he might do something to hurt Wyatt or me, but I just didn’t feel that way at all. After my experience with Michael, I’d learned what danger directed at me felt like, and I didn’t get those feelings from Griffin.
    “And I want a leather jacket like Griffin’s.”
    “Yeah, his jacket was pretty cool. So how exactly did you end up meeting Griffin?” I asked curiously.
    “I was waiting for you outside the diner. He saw me when he drove up, so he came over and waited with me. Then he got hungry and asked if I wanted a cheeseburger. I told him no. Then he said they had chicken nuggets,” he explained.
    “Chicken nuggets are your favorite.” I couldn’t believe that this complete stranger went out of his way to make sure Wyatt was safe. I couldn’t imagine what he must have been thinking, waiting out there with such a young child at night.
    “Yeah. And they were really good. We should go eat there again tomorrow night,” he said with a bright smile.
    “We’ll definitely go back.”
    “Maybe Griffin will be there,” he said optimistically.
    “Yeah, you never know. Either way, it was really nice of him to stay there with you. I wish there was something I could do to thank him.”
    “You could make him one of your pecan pies like you made for the neighbor when she watered your plants.”
    “Maybe so,” I told him, even as I knew there was very little chance of that happening. I didn’t know anything about the man, and I knew it was unlikely that I would ever see him again.
    “Night momma,” Wyatt whispered as he turned to his side.
    “Night sweetheart.” I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss before heading back to my room. With my mind still racing over everything that had happened tonight, I slipped into my bed. Just as I was turning off my bedside light, I heard the sound of a motorcycle engine roar to life outside my window. I almost got up to check, but decided my mind had to be playing tricks on me.

Chapter 4
    Stitch
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    I was late. Cotton was expecting me hours ago, but my little detour set me back. My mind should’ve been focused on the club and everything that I’d found out from Victor, but I couldn’t get them out of my head, either of them. That worried look on Wren’s face was burned into my memory, making it impossible for me to forget her. It reminded me of Emerson and my grandmother when I was being dragged to the barn.
    I thought if I just followed them home and made sure they were safe, that I’d be able to let it go. Unfortunately, being there only fueled my need to know more about them. I watched them walk into that little house, half the size of my own, and I found myself wondering what they were doing inside those walls. I’m not sure what compelled me to stay as long as I did, but I couldn’t leave until all the lights were off, and I knew they were safely tucked away in their beds.
    When I finally made it back to the clubhouse, Cotton was drinking a beer at the bar. He spotted me coming in the front door and