Sniper (Steel Demons MC, #8)

Katey

A ll day I felt unsettled, which shouldn’t be all that alarming since I’d been feeling unsettled for more than a year at this point. Longer if I was being honest. But this wasn’t that fizzy water in the belly type of unsettled, oh no, this was something else entirely. There was a hitch stuck in my throat and every time I opened my mouth I felt as if I wanted to cry. My stomach was full of wasps, all buzzy and angry, which only made me anxious.

This wasn’t impending doom, at least not the kind of doom that loomed with thoughts of Ethan. This doom was particularly unsettling in that it wasn’t all that unsettling, but it should be. I promised myself when I spent my first twenty-four hours free of Ethan, that it would be a long time—years preferably—before I gave my heart away to a man. And that man wasn’t going to be a biker, that was the promise.

Yet here I was on the verge of handing my heart over to a man. A man who was in a motorcycle club, no less. I must be really fucking stupid . That was the only explanation for why I got all warm and tingly when I thought about Sniper. Why I smiled when I saw him. Why my body shivered when he smiled back at me, especially that little smile that curved his lips in that moment before his lips crashed down on mine.