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Editing is now complete on the chapters that were published. Let me know what you think! "So what if he is a biker?" Lizabeth asks me. I sigh and give her a pointed look. "It's not like I need to be getting into any kind of relationship right now Lizabeth. I have more important things I need to focus on at the moment." She rolls her eyes at me. Another sigh leaves me. She just doesnt get it and I understand why, I haven't exactly told her everything that has happened between my husband and I. I watch as Lizabeth takes another sip of her drink and eyes the other biker again. She has not been able to keep her eyes off of him the whole time we have been here. She smirks over at me and tells me," His name is Luke and Lukes are the kind of guys that wear flannels and fuck you all night. You really wanna miss out on that?" My mouth drops open in shock. It's not that I don't swear, I swear like a sailor, but sometimes it throws me for a loop when Lizabeth is so crass. I shake my head with a small smile at her smug look. She seems to think she has made her point and that I am going to throw myself at the biker. Jokes on her. Said biker embarassed me in front of the whole diner. The way he treated me, the fact that he felt he had the right to put his hands on my body like that. Now that the embarassment has passed I'm just pissed. He can go to hell. I don't care how hot he and his name are.
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