Monroe, Marla - Her Biker Bodyguards [The Dirty Dozen 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe Page B

but understood.
    “Tell that son of a bitch he’s in trouble when he can think coherently.”
    “I will.” He hung up the phone. “Right after I rip him a new one.”

Chapter Nine

    Briana turned in her last test paper of the semester. Actually, it was the last one of her college career. Now if only she would pass. She felt terrible about her tests. She hadn’t done nearly as well as she knew she could. She’d find out next week how she did. Then there was graduation. She was seriously considering skipping it entirely. She needed to get to Dallas and find a job.
    She’d put up enough money to get her an apartment and settled for a couple of weeks while she looked. Then there was always waitressing to pay her bills if worst came to worst. Anything would be better than the job she’d had here. Now she could afford to be choosey since she didn’t have to work nights.
    When she got home, she locked the door and dropped her books in the living room by her computer. Then she fixed herself a Diet Coke. She wasn’t hungry. She wasn’t hungry at all anymore and only ate to keep her strength up.
    No matter how much she chastised herself, she kept thinking about Dillon and Gavin and wondering what they were doing. Working, of course, but what about at night? Were they already with another woman? The thought of them holding someone else had her chest hurting all over again. She gagged and rushed to the bathroom to throw up. She had done that a lot lately. Every time she thought of them, she got sick.
    She cleaned herself up and grabbed her purse and car keys. She would get a Dallas paper and look for a place to live and a job. It would keep her mind occupied for a while, anyway.
    When she got back, Briana spread the paper out on the bar and circled everything that sounded good. She was sure there would be a lot of duds, but she couldn’t afford to pass anything up that was within her budget.
    She managed to find a dozen possible jobs and knew there would be more in Sunday’s paper. She would get one and look at them. In the meantime, she needed to update her résumé. Well, as soon as she got her test results back. Fear overwhelmed her again that she hadn’t passed. She sniffed and felt the tears well up in her eyes.
    Bill called to find out how her tests went and to commiserate with her. She knew he meant well, but he only stirred up her emotions again. How did you get over being in love with someone who had dumped you?
    When she finally found out she’d passed and with a fairly good grade, she rejoiced, but it was short lived. It meant it was time to move on. And that meant no chance of Gavin and Dillon coming back. Deep down she had harbored a sick hope that they would come back and profess their love of her.
    Briana began packing and making plans. She had fifty résumés printed out and ready to send out as soon as she had an address. Since the house had come furnished, she didn’t have much to move. She managed to fit all of it in her car. She left out just what she needed for getting ready the next morning and planned to leave early Monday morning.
    It crossed her mind that the men would be leaving in another month themselves. She refused to think of them anymore. All it did was get her to crying until she threw up. She didn’t need to lose any more weight, as her clothes wouldn’t fit her. She couldn’t afford to buy more clothes.
    Monday found her antsy at four in the morning. She finally got up and got dressed. She packed the last of her things and grabbed a cup of coffee and sweet roll on the way out of town. She resisted the urge to drive by the hotel where the men were staying to get a glimpse of their bikes. How sick was that? It was time to move on. And that was what she was doing.

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    By the end of the week, she had a place to live and a job. The wonderful thing about her job was that she got to work from home, only going in occasionally for meetings. Never had she expected something that