His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince.
“I heard about what happened. Sorry, my deep condolences.”
Adeline managed a tight, fake polite smile. “I appreciate it.”
James’s gaze shifted to me then, confusion flickering across his face. “Who…?”
“She’s Tessa,” Adeline said quickly. “She’s family.”
“Family?” James repeated.
“Yes, family.” And before he could ask anything else, Adeline tugged my arm lightly, and we kept walking.
Behind us, his voice trailed faintly as he returned to his video call. “Yes, do you know her?”
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