No Man's Daughter: An MC Biker Romance - Plot & Excerpts
It was more or less a metaphor of her life. And that bothered her more than her actual life did. Ollie’s was still. Dead, actually. Roundup ended for the time being in little old Quimby, Montana, last week. All the local hands around were whipped. Otherwise the place would be humming. Lydia had nothing to do but catch up. Only she didn’t want to do it. It was gonna pass, she told herself. It was gonna pass. The place would fill up and someone would tell her a joke. Dean the cook would buy her a beer when all was said and done and she would fall asleep once her head hit the pillow. Lydia was a sheepish woman who lived in her head, so it was often exhausted come bed time. It was Friday. The third Friday and that meant that Lydia would go home for the weekend. Home for her was a generous, empty ranch house on a thousand acres about twenty-five minutes away. Lydia went home every few weekends just to knock the dust off the place. It was ironic that when she was growing up, Lydia rarely strayed from the ranch where she lived as an only child to aged parents.
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