Reclaimed (MC Erotica)

Peggy had made peace with the accident that happened five years ago, leaving her scarred and limping. She had a good life, a good job and plenty of friends... even a paramour, if those friends were to be believed. When Carter came back to town though, Peggy realized there were too many old issues she hadn't worked on — the most important of which was the fact that she still reacted the same way whenever her eyes landed on him... _____ "Uh oh," Jordan smiled, although I could see a tinge of disappointment in his eyes. "Is that the boyfriend?" "What." I dragged my gaze back to him, blinking. "Oh no, no. I don't have a boyfriend." He watched me for a while and I was glad that most of my face, as it always had been, was hidden under my hair. "There was some history there, I could tell," Jordan said. "Well," I busied myself, wiping some glasses. "Keyword is history. It's been a while. We used to be friends." "Maybe more than a little history," Jordan broke in again after a while. Christ. I didn't need people who could see right through me. Embarrassing enough that one of them was a sixteen year old; a patron I hardly knew, not to mention someone who seemed interested in me, had no business being able to read me. "Maybe," I said, realizing my voice sounded a bit harsher than I would like it to be. "Maybe it's none of your business." The minute it came out, I thought, Oh shit. I usually could do better than that, especially to a good patron. But then again, when it came to Carter, I couldn't really think straight. Jordan did look taken aback but he took it pretty well. "Ah. Sorry. Crossed the line somewhat there, didn't I." "Never mind," I said, wincing that I sounded pretty curt still. I looked around, hoping to see someone flagging me down for a drink and saw Carter approaching the bar. Under the counter, I could feel my hand gripping my cane a lot more tightly. "Hey, Peg," he said. His voice was still the same, just a little lower. If that made sense. I couldn't believe how hard my heart was pounding just hearing that. It was just a greeting yeah, but those were the first words he ever said to me after the accident. He still looked the same, too. Well, a bit rough on the edges and there was some scruff now, which looked really good... I swallowed and said, "Hi. What will you have?"