Seeing Her Again

Rick

It felt like I’d never left.

Except for when I saw Harley.

She looked good. Too fucking good. Her tattoos were on display, and her strong thighs had me working hard not to stare. Her top was low cut but not dangerously so, showing a whispering amount of cleavage. Her long red hair was up in a messy bun and loose. Slightly curled strands hung down around her cheeks, framing her beautiful face.

It was hard to pay much attention to anyone else with Harley looking hotter than sin walking around Mason’s place.

My brother grabbed me a beer from the fridge and steered me out onto the back porch. I looked around at how nice the setup was. “This is a lot nicer than when I saw it last,” I said. “You have a nice touch, Laina.”

Laina, who had just come out behind us, put down a bowl of chips and salsa on the table, which was surrounded by outdoor sofas. Everyone settled in and took a seat, and I found myself sitting beside Harley. I wasn’t sure if the others had done it on purpose or if that