Henley laughed. “You’re an old lady.” “Never thought I’d be happy to be called that,” Wren laughed. I smiled at her, trying to hide the loneliness I’d been feeling since the lockdown had started. Cotton and I hadn’t been together long. We’d barely even started to explore whatever was going on with us, but since the lockdown, he hadn’t even talked to me—much less touched me. It was hard to swallow my jealousy when I thought about Wren and Stitch. There was a time when I thought Stitch would never take on an old lady. He was the club Enforcer, and his mind was always focused on his brothers. But even with everything that was going on with the club, he’d managed to fall head over heels in love with Wren and her son, Wyatt. It’d just been a few months, but they were already making plans on becoming a family. I hated myself for feeling anything but happy for them both, but it was hard. I wanted that with Cotton, but he’d never taken that step, and since the lockdown, it didn’t look like he ever would.
