Chapter 10 #4
“I already told you, he only had eyes for you.” When Becks continued to stare at her, Sandy put her wine glass down.
She sat very regally in the dining chair.
“Honestly? I planned to. When we got upstairs, I assumed we would. A lot of clients say they want to ‘just talk’ but very rarely do they really mean it. It’s affection that they want, intimacy.
Even if it’s just for a few hours, that illusion soothes them.
But not with your man. He truly is a rare breed, and if I’m being honest, I’m extremely jealous of you. ”
“Of me?” Becks’ shock raised her voice an octave.
“I made peace with my profession a long time ago, but that doesn’t mean I’m blind. I’ll never have a man look at me as Ghost does you. Don’t squander that or take advantage of it. You truly do not know how rare it is.”
Sandy’s honesty made Becks reach across the corner of the table to take her hand.
She squeezed it once. “Never,” she assured Sandy.
“And don’t give up hope. You never know what, or who, might come your way.
” Feeling sassy, she added, “I’m living proof of that.
Five days ago, I hadn’t even met my husband yet. ”
Sandy chuckled, but though she smiled, it didn’t reach her eyes. Becks had a feeling that though the woman did not lack partners, she was lonely.
Turning to Ghost, she poked his upper arm several times. “Let me see your phone.”
“Oh, now you remember I exist?”
Becks rolled her eyes, and held her hand out for the device.
Ghost pulled his phone from his pocket and placed it in her hand.
She’d seen him unlock it several times over the past two days and knew his passcode.
Then she handed it over to Sandy. “Here,” she said.
“If you need anything. Money, a friendly ear, whatever, you can reach out to me. Beyond that I owe you, I like you.”
Sandy stared at the phone for a second, almost like she wasn’t sure what to do with the blanket invitation. “You really mean that, don’t you? You don’t want anything from me, yet you’re offering me this?”
Becks still held Ghost’s unlocked phone out to her. “It’s called friendship,” she told the worldly woman, who in this moment seemed so confused.
Sandy took the phone. “I haven’t had a friend in a long time,” she confessed. “At least, not one who didn’t eventually turn on me or want to use me.” After typing in her information, she handed the phone back to Becks.
“Well, now you do.” Becks quickly sent a message off with her information to the number Sandy provided so she would have Ghost’s and Becks’ numbers.
“All my stuff is still in Alabama, but I’ll check in with you once I have my phone back.
And you better answer or I’m sending Ghost back here to hunt you down. ”
Sandy smiled widely. “I bet you would.” Turning to Ghost, she said, “You picked a good one. Never let this woman go.”
Ghost took Becks’ hand in his. “Never, and she’s right by the way.
If you need anything, you use that number.
Day or night. I know you have your own security, but I mean it.
” He looked at Becks, though he still spoke to Sandy.
“My beautiful bride has already said everything I came back here to say.” Becks smiled widely at Ghost, loving that they were so in sync.
“With the exception of one thing.” Ghost turned his attention back to Sandy.
“I’d appreciate it if you’d check out of my room now.
My credit card is not running a brothel upstairs. ”
Becks gasped as she now understood how Ghost had been so positive that Sandy would still be at this hotel.
Sandy wasn’t offended in the slightest. Like it was the most logical explanation in the world as to why she had kept Ghost’s one-night hotel room reservation going two extra nights, she shrugged and said, “Your room had a jacuzzi.”
Later that night, Ghost pulled his motorcycle through the gate of the Via Daemonia MC property.
He drove past the clubhouse, where he had no doubt a number of the club was.
When the VDMC had first been formed, the clubhouse had been the hub of parties, a real bachelor pad.
Now, it was a family gathering spot. Kids’ toys and playpens had been added where keg stands and a beer pong table had once been.
The president’s house was the closest to the clubhouse.
With the monitoring system Keys had set up, there was no doubt in Ghost’s mind that everyone knew he was back on the property too.
And since the only secret kept around these parts was Superman’s true identity, they would all know by now that Ghost had gone to Ranger’s sister’s wedding, and had ended up stealing the bride.
But they could suffer through one more night before bombarding Becks. She might have agreed to marry him, but he wasn’t sure she completely understood just what was in store for her as far as the club was concerned.
Pulling into his driveway, Ghost turned off the engine.
Becks dismounted easily. While at the mall on Sunday, she’d found a shoe store and saw a pair of heeled boots in the display window that had caught her eye.
Ghost never thought he’d enjoy shoe shopping, but fucking hell, watching her put on shoes was nearly as hot as watching her take them off.
How the hell was he thirty-eight and only just realizing he had a shoe fetish?
Ghost dismounted and immediately lifted Becks into his arms.
She threw her head back, laughing. “You’ve already carried me across the threshold,” she reminded him.
“Not here,” he told her, nodding towards the house. “Welcome home, Mrs. Keir.”