Page 40 of His Old Lady

Loving her scared the fuck out of him.

He opened the door and walked out of the house. Halfway to his Harley, the door opened behind him.

"Just stay away from me." Her voice grew louder. "Walk away and let me go. Let me have my life back."

He sat on his Harley, poised to drown her out by starting the engine.

"I don't truly belong to you anyway. Do I, Uncle?" Pain glaringly obvious in eyes that seconds ago held more passion than he was used to seeing stared at him.

He started the motorcycle, looped around in the driveway, and rode away. Bound to her in a way she would never understand, he couldn't ride away and forget her.

He loved her.

He always had.