Hanna pulled on her riding boots, leaning against the wall to keep her balance. She stumbled a little when she caught sight of the person outside. A single motorcycle was parked in the driveway. Juice took off his helmet and glanced around.

She hurried to put on her other boot, and gave her ponytail a last tug before heading toward the steps. Hanna paused momentarily to tap the paint swatches by the door. Her room was still a disaster, half full of boxes from her teenage years, and half full of luggage she'd yet to unpack. She still couldn't commit to a new paint color. Part of her thought that if she did, it would imply that she intended to come back.

Hanna groaned and stepped into the hallway. She took the steps two at a time, stopping in the foyer at the bottom. Her stepmother had already intercepted Juice at the door. Karen looked between Hanna and the biker, shoulders tense and eyes a little wide. But she was a lady, and she maintained her composure.

"I didn't realize you were coming by," Hanna said, ignoring her stepmother altogether.

His eyes flicked toward Karen, and then back to Hanna. "I was in the neighborhood." Karen scoffed. Even Hanna had to admit it was a terrible excuse.

"Thanks for letting him in," Hanna said to Karen, dismissing her with a wave of her hand. Her stepmother shot her a look, but disappeared down the hall nonetheless. Hanna smirked at Juice. "You just couldn't stay away?"

He looked at her for a moment before shaking his head. "Do you want to go for a ride?"

Hanna glanced out the window at his bike. Memories of flying down back roads, half-drunk in the middle of the night, flashed through her mind as if it were yesterday. "Yes, but not on that." She motioned for him to follow her down the hallway.

On the way outside, they passed Elliot's study. The door was cracked open, and the sound of Karen's ranting spilled out into the hallway. "She may be your daughter, but I won't have her bringing trash into my daughter's life." The corner of Hanna's lips quirked up in a smirk.

Hanna pushed open the back door and stepped outside. She headed toward the barn, where her appaloosa was tied up and waiting. "That's a horse," Juice said, staring.

"Congratulations, you passed zoology." She laughed quietly. "Do you ride?" He shook his head once, still looking at the horse as if it was going to eat him. She brushed through the horse's mane with her fingers. "Do you want to learn?"

Hanna coached him into grabbing a saddle, and walked him through the steps to making sure it was firmly in place. "There's no such thing as too tight, at least not if you have the right saddle."

"Is this the right saddle?" He asked, frowning.

Hanna laughed quietly and checked the straps. "You'll have to trust me."

She helped him get into the saddle, and then led him around for a while, letting him get used to it. Eventually she turned him loose, and talked him through how to make the horse listen. "You're a natural."

"I am terrified," he whispered, as if talking at a normal volume would send the horse into a fit of rage.

"You're a badass biker, but you're scared of a horse?" She shook her head, with a smile on her face. "I guess we'll save the trail ride for next time. I don't want you to have a heart attack."

He shook his head. "Next time I'm going to teach you how to ride my bike."

Hanna shrugged her shoulders. "Okay, I can live with that."

Tristen walked over and pulled herself up onto the rail. Hanna joined her, leaving Juice in the middle of the ring alone. "Mom is freaking out," Tristen told her. "I've never seen her this pissed."

"That's only because you were a baby when I was in my rebellious phase," Hanna said. "This is nothing. At least she's stopped trying to act like she's my mother."

"Hanna," Juice hissed. "Help me down!"

Hanna tilted her head back and laughed, and Tristen ran over to hold the horse's reins while Juice dismounted. "Next time, let me teach you," Tristen told him. "Hanna's a terrible teacher."

"I am not!" Hanna said, pretending to be offended. "He didn't die, did he?"

Tristen put her hand over her heart. "I am so sorry you have a crush on my sister, she's a terrible person."

"Tris."

Tristen turned around to blow Hanna a kiss. "Learned it from you!"

"Go inside before your mother finds out I'm letting you flirt with bikers." She shook her head, exasperated. Tristen giggled, but headed for the house. Hanna pressed a finger to her temple. "Teenagers." Juice laughed. "I'll walk you out."

They headed around the front of the house, avoiding Karen and the empty threats that were sure to be coming. "Today was fun," Hanna told him.

"I don't know if fun is the word, I'd use but, yeah."

She looked at him for a moment, smiling, then shook her head. "See you around, Juice."

OoOoO

The knock on the door caused Hanna to draw a line straight across the page. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath, quickly attempting to save the design. "Come in!" She called. Elliot's secretary appeared in the doorway. "How many times have I told you, when the door is closed, don't disturb me?" Hanna snapped.

"I'm so sorry, but um, there's a guy in a SAMCRO vest in the lobby? Says he's here to see you?"

Hanna's demeanor changed like the flip of the switch. She slid the designs back into a folder and tucked them inside her drawer. "Tell Elliot I'll get him the budget later."

In the lobby, she found Juice waiting for her. He looked out of place among the crisp white décor. The secretary looked between them both for a moment, clearly having the same thought. But she sat down behind her desk without a word.

"I thought we could get lunch," Juice suggested.

"Lunch sounds good," Hanna said. "I know a place." He held the door open for her and she stepped outside. Hanna stood next to his bike. She bit her lip. "It's a couple blocks away, but we could walk."

Juice picked up his helmet and offered it to her. "Get on."

Even though it was a short ride, Hanna tilted her head back, enjoying the feeling of the wind in her hair. She'd forgotten how it felt. She tightened her arms around Juice's waist, almost forgetting to call out directions. When he pulled up outside the deli, she was reluctant to let go.

"It looks exactly how I remember it," she murmured. "I used to come here as a kid, they make the best sandwiches. Plain and simple but everything is so fresh." Hanna walked ahead, and ordered her old favorite. They were the only ones in the deli, and they picked a table at the window.

Hanna leaned on her elbows, watching cars pass outside. "Did you miss Charming?" Juice asked.

She glanced over and sighed. "I want to say no, but maybe I did. A little bit. Things move at a different pace here. In the city I hardly have a moment to breathe." She paused and let out a short breath. "Which was part of the draw. No time to think when you're constantly moving."

Juice nodded. "Yeah, I can understand that."

Hanna looked at him for a moment. She wanted to ask what things he tried to forget. It surprised her that she cared. Naturally, she changed the subject. "I know I said it before, but thank you for being nice to Tristen. With everything that happened, people don't know how to treat her. I know I don't."

"The rest of my family is a mess. We all pretend for the sake of appearances, but one black spot in your past and suddenly you're a pariah." She shook her head. "But Tris is my little sister, I don't want her to turn out like the rest of us."

"She's your half-sister, right?"

Hanna nodded. "Yeah, but the other half doesn't matter."

"I have a sister back in Queens, I haven't seen her in a while."

Hanna didn't ask why he left, though she wanted to. It was easier to share her own problems than to take on someone else's. "You had some nerve showing up at Elliot's office in your cut. It's one thing when you guys show up at the ranch, it's another when you show up in the middle of downtown." She shook her head, with a smirk. Already imagining his reaction. "He's gonna flip his shit."

Hanna glanced back over at Juice, noting how tense he was. She let out a long sigh. "What did they tell you about me?" She stared him down, knowing the answer already, but wanting to hear it anyway.

"That you acted like a Crow Eater wannabe, but really you'd just do anything to piss your dad off," Juice told her. "That you were trouble, and you weren't old lady material. Mostly that I should stay away from you."

Hanna's face gave nothing away as she looked at him. She couldn't deny any of it; it was true, at least based on what the guys knew of her before. "But you didn't listen. Why?"

"Jax is a notoriously bad judge of character, just look at his wife," he said, with a sigh. Hanna nodded, she'd heard all about Wendy and his kid. "And I saw you with Tristen, how much you care about her. You didn't seem like trouble, you seem like a good person."

"Tris told you I wasn't," she pointed out. Though they both knew it had been a joke. Part of Hanna just couldn't help throwing up walls. Juice watched her for a moment, but she didn't crack.

"Maybe I should have listened to them." He stood up and walked out of the deli, leaving Hanna alone at the table. She sat in silence for a moment, watching him walk past the window. He didn't look back, and something inside her snapped.

Hanna jumped up, leaving her stuff behind, and pushed out the door. "Juice," she called. He didn't turn. She let out an exasperated sigh and marched up to him, tugging him around to face her. "That was a long time ago. It was high school. We were different people then." She let out a short breath. "And I'm tired of living my life out of spite."

Still holding on to his arm, Hanna leaned forward and kissed him, soft and short. "I like you. Against my better judgment," she added. "But nevertheless."

"Not just because it'll piss off Oswald?"

"No," Hanna said firmly, then paused and rolled her eyes. "Okay maybe a little bit. But there are a lot of other ways I could piss off my dad. I'm not doing this because of him." She smirked. "Trust me, I don't want to like you, but I didn't have much choice."

Juice put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer to him, kissing her. Hanna scrunched up her nose. "I'll change your mind," he said quietly.

"I'm looking forward to it."

OoOoO

The shouts and cheers leaked outside through the open door, and Hanna slipped off her helmet. She twisted her windswept hair up into a bun on the top of her head, leaving her shoulders bare. Juice slipped an arm around her waist as they went inside.

In the ring, the shrimpy blonde was throwing punches at another fighter. Hanna was surprised to see he could hold his own in a fight. "You met the prospect, right?" She nodded, and scanned the room for a good viewpoint.

Before they found one, Tig Trager stepped in front of them. "Hell, if this doesn't look familiar."

"It shouldn't," Hanna said, with a smile. Tig looked between the blonde and Juice. He let out a low whistle. She nodded toward the ring. "This your doing?"

"What can I say, we saw an opportunity." Tig motioned around the room. "Grab a seat, get a beer, it's gonna be a good show." He gave Hanna a quick once over. "This really is a good look on you."

"I know." She had to admit it felt nice to cut loose. There was a dress code in Charming that would never have been accepted in the places her city friends like to go.

Tig shook his head, and looked at Juice. "Don't let this one tear out your heart, Juicy."

"Too late," Hanna told him. She winked. "You're next, Tiggy." She looked up at Juice and tugged him forward. "Come on, let's get a drink."

The two settled in, and Juice put his arm around Hanna's shoulder. She leaned into him, paying more attention to the way they fit together than the fight in front of her.

Across the room, the other Sons took notice. Clay shook his head. "Could be I was wrong about her."

"People change, boss," Tig said.

"Maybe."