Free Saving Glory (Hells Saints Motorcycle Club Book 4) by Paula Marinaro Page A

and threw her a challenging smile.
    “Good with you dropping by?” Glory’s voice raised an octave. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
    “I’m gonna be doing more than just dropping by, sweetheart.” He said with certainty.
    She fought to keep her voice steady at the tone of his voice. “What do you mean?”
    “So you don’t know?” He grinned at her.
    Now that was a look Glory knew all too well. She peered closely at him just to be sure —and yup.
    There it was.
    The self-satisfied smirk of the man who had just put one over on her.
    Oh, boy.
    “So you want me to guess or are you gonna tell me?” Glory put her hands on her hips as the hopes for a new and improved, less arrogant Jules were dashed on the spot.
    “Relax, baby. It’s not a big deal,” he reassured her.
    Baby .
    “Hal’s gonna need someone to spot him with the weights, do some strength training with him—things like that. He came out to the compound a couple of days ago to discuss what he needed to work on and we made out a schedule. Thought he would have filled you in.” Jules’s tone seemed matter of fact.
    “My brother asked you to help him with his rehab workout?” Glory couldn’t hide her surprise. It was not like Hal to reach out. Glory’s happiness at her brother taking an aggressive and positive step towards his recovery trumped her disconcertion at whom he had chosen to take that step with.
    “Yeah. You forgetting that I’m a trained medic? I’m happy Hal reached out.” Jules broke into her thoughts. “So you good with it?”
    “Why wouldn’t I be?” Glory hoped to hell Jules would not answer that.
    She was not so lucky.
    “I could think of a few reasons,” he answered that.
    Glory looked down at her bare feet for a moment before looking back up at Jules.
    Might as well get it all out on the table.
    “I know how you and I left things and I know what you’re thinking.” 
    “Yeah? Well I doubt that.” Jules muttered dubiously.
    Glory went on determinedly as if she hadn’t heard him.             
    “I won’t pretend that I haven’t thought the same thing. And that I haven’t even been a little”—Glory paused here and blushed slightly—“uncomfortable at the thought of seeing you again. But we are both adults, and I think we can put aside what happened between us and move on.”
    “You mean forget. Forget what happened between us.” Jules took a small step towards her.
    Glory read the challenge on his face and fought the urge to step back. “Yeah, that’s what I mean. I mean we forget.”
    “Why?” Jules asked as he closed the distance between them. He was now close enough for her to see the pulse beating in his strong jaw and feel the heat that radiated from his body.
    “Why what?” Glory was further distracted when Jules’s large arms caged her in with one swift, strong motion and the nearness of him almost stopped her heart.
    “Why do you want to forget what happened between us, Glory?” His voice was low and husky.
    Glory forced the breath from her lungs, and deftly moved out of his reach. When she was a safe distance away from him, she adopted a serious and superior tone, guaranteed to drive him mad.
    “Because that’s what adults do when they make mistakes, Jules. They learn from them. They forget, and then they move on,” Glory explained with exaggerated patience.
    “Really?” Jules’s eyes twinkled with wry amusement “No shit? That’s what adults do? They learn from their mistakes? Never been too interested in learning. Or in being an adult, I guess because there are some mistakes I get off on making so much that I like to repeat them. Again. And again. And again.”
    That was such an outrageous statement and something so like Jules to say that Glory almost smiled back at the big hulking Viking god standing before her.
    But then of course she came to her senses.
    “Yeah, well, this mistake—” Glory motioned to the small space between Jules and herself. “Is one that will