Wyatt
The next morning, I awoke with my thoughts swimming with all things Sundance. He’d been filling my head since I’d run into him the morning before, dreaming about him in my sleep, and I couldn’t seem to shake him. God, what the hell was my problem? He was a biker. I had no business mooning over a biker. Bikers weren’t good people.
But a girl could fantasize, right? I mean, Jax Teller was a very delicious fantasy. I’d just put Sundance in the same category. Pretend he was SOA and not real. Envision him only when utilizing my battery-operated boyfriend.
Which I’d have to wait to put into motion, since I had plans. I changed into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, grabbed my bag, and headed out to take my brother on a day trip. The news of the death of our dad hit him harder than that of
