After the meeting, Jeremy Tillman sat down at the bar inside the clubhouse and poured himself a shot of whiskey. Seeing Tallis again? It honestly only ever crossed his mind late at night, usually when someone else was in his bed. His mind would sometimes flash to images of her black hair wrapped up in his hands, or her glistening body lying next to his. She had a hold on him unlike any girl that he had been with before, and it was torture. Pure torture. Part of him was sure that she knew that, too. 

He remembered the night of the funeral like it was yesterday. The reception was held at Jeremy’s house, and they both felt they had to sneak away from the bullshit small talk and the same damn stories being told over and over again. They had both been crying, although he’d never admit that, and sharing a bottle of rum upstairs in his dark room. Although some of the conversation was a bit blurry, everything that [i]wasn’t[/i] conversation was crystal clear in his memory. He had never found a woman who could do what she did to him, both physically and mentally, in the year they were apart. Maybe that was a good thing. At that thought, he heard the roar of at least 10 motorcycles outside, knowing that had to be Tallis and her escort. [i]”Don’t get your heart broken, idiot.”[/i] he thought to himself as he slams back the shot of whiskey and walks out front. 

Seeing her get off her bike in front of the club house sent a chill down his spine. “Taylor’s,” he mumbled to himself as he recognized it. He bit his bottom lip as he searched her up and down. [i]”She looks the same,”[/i] he thought, [i]“thank god.”[/i] She did have more tattoos, and her ass somehow looked better than the last time he saw her, which he would have bet was impossible. He caught her helmet, which snapped him out of any train of thought he was having, and he met her gaze. “Welcome back, Tallis,” he said confidently as he walked up to her and gave her a polite kiss on the cheek. Having the eyes of President Black on him made him uneasy.

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Solo was at the coffee machine when he heard the bikes approach. He was so sleep deprived that the thought of doing anything but going back to bed gave him a headache. He walked out front to stand next to Jeremy, and they watched together as she got off her bike. [i]”I forgot how hot she was,”[/i] he thought to himself. [i]”I think Tillman would murder me if he even suspecting anything.” [/i] 
Solo nodded at her as she winked at him and offered a welcoming smile. “Tallis, nice to see you as always.” 
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“Well, son,” President Black said as he placed a hand on each Jeremy and Tallis’s shoulder, “I unfortunately have some business to attend to downtown. Tallis – if it’s alright with Jeremy, I think it’d be best for you to sleep in his guest room. Linda is at my house, and you know how she gets sometimes.” Jeremy gulped when he finished. It was like he was [i]trying[/i] to kill Jeremy.  He looked at Tallis and cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, I don’t see a problem with that. You’ll have to give me a few minutes to tidy up.” President Black smiled and looked back at Tallis. “That’s not a problem, is it sweetheart?”