Blade by Eve R. Hart

Blade:
I never felt like I was a part of anything before. Most days, I still felt that way.
I had enough going on with the club and the ink shop. Never felt the need to make time for anything more than a little fun. I wasn’t the kind of man that any woman needed in their life. I didn’t like to talk. Wasn’t one for sharing what was on my mind. And I didn’t want to change that.
I’d like to tell you that meeting her changed all of that, but it didn’t. I was set in my ways and if she didn’t like it then she could get lost.
Except, I couldn’t get her out of my head.
And whenever she was around, things never seemed to go right.
I should have walked away.
Should have forgotten all about her.
But it was kind of hard to do when she was so close all the time.
It made it worse knowing there was something she was hiding. I didn’t like not knowing all the answers.
So, despite what I should have done, I kept going back. Kept hanging around in the shadows watching her.
Kept waiting for the day she’d realize she was mine.