He looks good his color is back, and there is no sign of pain in his eyes, which is a relief.

“Were you here to see the doctor?” I ask, settling my purse higher up on my shoulder as I study him. Mostly, he looked at me like I was amusing. He didn’t say much to me the last time I saw him either.

Taking that for a familiar scary guy hello, I grin. “Hey.” I smile once I’m close, feeling my skin warm and prickle as his eyes wander over me in a lazy way before he lifts his chin. You know if you ever got a chance to experience the thrill of touching an animal like that, you’d never forget it. Only, he looks like the kind of danger you want to tame so you can see it up close like a lion or bear in the wild. The thick stubble covering it makes him appear dangerous. He’s too big, his eyes too dark, and his jaw too hard. God, he’s gorgeous, just not in the traditional sense. His dark eyes come to me over his broad shoulder, and just like the first time our gazes locked, my lower belly pulls tight and my blood sings through my veins. “Harlen!” I shout his name as I hurry in my heels across the parking lot, watching him kick up the stand on his bike and plant both his boot-covered feet on the asphalt. He’s been like a constant itch in the back of my mind that I can’t get rid of, no matter what I do. That’s not to say I haven’t thought about him more than a few times since then. I’m pretty sure he thought I was a little nuts, but somehow I still convinced him to let me take him home.Īfter I got him to his place and settled with some of his pain medication, I left, and I haven’t heard anything from him since. When I saw that, I went into nurse mode and insisted on taking care of him. I didn’t know him before I saw him leaning against the wall at my cousin’s house, not really talking to anyone, but I did know just by looking at him that he was in pain. Lucky for Harlen, his wound was clean, through and through, so he was released from the hospital after one day. And by business, I mean selling women, drugs, and guns.

Jordan’s motorcycle club was trying to infiltrate the Broken Eagles motorcycle club and take over so they could expand their business. He had been shot by a guy named Jordan, who was part of an MC out of Nashville. I haven’t seen him since I took him home from my cousin June’s house a few weeks ago. AS I EXIT THE HOSPITAL with a smile on my face, I spot Harlen tossing his denim-covered leg over the seat of his Harley.

Until Harmony by Aurora Rose Reynolds