King Cobra (Diamondbacks Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Evelyn Glass

hold around his hand in response. “Watch out,” she said.
     
    He grunted and nodded. Once the pain died down, he settled back against her again. “I’m relieved to know that it’s over and that you’re safe,” he said. “But I can’t help wondering how things would have turned out if I hadn’t done…what I did and drove Douglas insane.”
     
    “You can’t blame yourself forever,” Eve said gently. “For him to spiral like that, Douglas mind was probably already fragile. If it had not been Margaret’s death to set him off, it probably would have been something else eventually.”
     
    “Yeah, probably,” Lind conceded. He sounded unconvinced, but just the fact that he was willing to consider the possibility was a big step. “Do you really enjoy this show?” he asked, reaching for the Supernatural boxset that Eve had gotten for Lucas as a thank you present.
     
    They were currently re-watching Season One for Lind’s benefit—although he had not asked for it.
     
    “Yes,” Eve said, watching as Dean Winchester smashed mirrors on the fifth episode of the show. “I think it’s fun.”
     
    “And it’s not at all because the actors are hot?” Lind asked with a grin.
     
    Eve smirked right back. “Possibly,” she said. “But I’ve got a very hot man right here.” She leaned down to capture Lind’s lips into a deep kiss.
     
    She relished his taste and his closeness. They settled back to watch yet another episode, of which Lind only caught the first scene; he was asleep before the head credits could even come in.
     
    Eve only half-watched after that. As interesting as the show’s storyline was and as hot as the actors were and as developed as the characters were revealing themselves to be, she had something far more interesting. She ran her fingers lovingly through Lind’s dark hair and allowed herself a few minutes to just breathe. How long had it been since she had done that? How long since she could breathe easy?
     
    She was reluctant to allow herself the luxury to think along those lines, but she really was beginning to think that everything would be okay now. They had been through too much not to have earned their own spot in the sunshine. Things just had to get better now.
     
    As if on cue, her cell phone went off.
     
    “Shit!” Eve cursed softly and made a wild grab for it from where it was stuck between the cushions. “Yeah,” she all but barked into the microphone, taking the call without even checking the display. She threw a look at Lucas and Lind and was relieved to find that neither had been disturbed by the shrill, intruding ringing. “Oh, hey Dad.”
     
    She cringed. She loved her family, but she had drawn back from them ever since quitting her job. She needed time away from her old world in order to figure out how she wanted her new one to be shaped.
     
    “Hey sweetheart,” her father greeted her warmly from the other end of the line, and only then did Eve come to realize just how much she had missed them. “How are you?”
     
    “I’m okay, Dad,” she said, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she really meant it. “How are you? How’s Mom? And Junior?” Junior was actually her older brother, but she called him that in order not to confuse him with her father, seeing as how they both bore the same name.
     
    “We’re all doing fine,” Harold Robinson said. “We miss you, though. I know, you have to do your own thing,” he said before Eve could protest. “I get it. You could still come visit from time to time though.”
     
    Eve sighed. It was a gentle accusation, but it stung nonetheless, especially considering that she did feel guilty about neglecting them like she had. “I’m sorry,” she said sincerely. “I’ll come by sometime soon.”
     
    “How about tomorrow?”
     
    Eve blinked. “Tomorrow?”
     
    “Yes. For dinner. We’ll cook all your favorites.”
     
    Eve hesitated. She wanted to see her family, but she was also