Chapter Seventy-Three
He didn’t care who was watching. He didn’t care that Stone was standing on the porch of the clubhouse, or that the rest of the pack was still dismounting behind him, their heavy leather gear creaking in the cool autumn air.
Jake walked straight through the dust and the noise, his eyes locked onto mine like a man who had been navigating a dark tunnel and had finally found the light.
I took one step forward, and then I was running.
My boots clicked rapidly against the gravel as I threw myself across the remaining distance. Jake met me halfway, his massive arms reaching out and wrapping around my waist. He lifted me completely off my feet, pulling me flush against his broad, solid chest. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of him—highway
