Delilah
“How about this one?”
I shook myself. Glancing down at the glossy bridal magazine in the older womans hands, I tried to act interested. But the truth was I didn’t give two shits about bling or tulle or what ever else they were crooning over. I didn’t need any of that , I just needed Double.
Being away from him was torture. And I found myself thinking about him often. Even with a house full of bikers and their old ladies I retreated inside of my head and thought of him.
Was he in danger?
I couldn’t help but be worried. This was going to be my life. This constant worry. The life of an old lady. I wasn’t sure I could hack it? This was exactly what I didn’t want.
“Do you know what.” I plucked the magazine out of her hands and tossed it onto the floor. “This is the lamest gi
