It had been three days since I had last seen Juice. He had been busy with SAMCRO and I had been spending my days walking around town searching for a job or apartment to rent. I couldn't help but notice the local barber shops window was smashed as I walked by. I had heard from around town Jax had been involved which was not so surprising. I smiled when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. Juice hadn't been to busy to send me a few texts through out the day.

"I'm out with half sack towing cars. Hope I run into you" was all the text said. I was shocked he took the time to text me. When I hated dated previous guys the most texts I received were late night booty calls or dick pictures. I liked that Juice checked in, I liked that he made a point to tell me he was going to be around and I really liked the idea of potentially running into him well I was out and about.

I quickly typed out a have a good day text before shoving the phone back into my purse silently reminding myself to get back to looking for a job. I had been so distracted by Juice's text I didn't even see Opie coming towards me until I looked up.

"Shit" I muttered trying to quickly think of some way I could escape what was coming.

"Holly, hey" he said in his deep voice that used to give me goose bumps.

"Opie" I said as I continued walking hoping he would drop any attempt at conversation.

"Holly stop" he called out.

I quickly spun around on my heels, now facing the man who towered over me. "Why Op? Do you not think we've talked enough" I harshly whispered at him trying to avoid another public scene like the one at the club house a few days before.

"Because Holly your going to leave town any day now. It's been years since you left, years since I've tried to beg you to let me right my wrongs. Now when your back in town your going to leave again and your going to remember me as not only the guy who cheated on you but now the guy who got drunk got a bit to mouthy and fought with your new boyfriend. I don't want that Hol, just give me a chance to talk to you. I've changed" he blurted out so fast I barley had time to process what he had admitted.

"He's not my boyfriend" I spit out hating the words as soon as they left my mouth. I couldn't believe I had just sounded like a thirteen year old girl. I liked Juice there was nothing wrong for casually seeing him and I sure as hell did not need to justify him to Opie Winston.

"Whatever you guys are I'm sorry"

"Sorry for what Opie. Sorry for what happened with us. Sorry for the bruise you left on my wrist after you grabbed me the other night or sorry for fighting with Juice" I almost yelled at him. I took a moment and forced myself to breath.

"Sorry for it all" was all he could manage to say.

"I'm sorry to" I muttered as I turned back around and walked away from him this time not stopping even for his calls.

It took me more then an hour to shake of my interaction with Opie. I tried to focus on job hunting, tried to look for an apartment but everything in that god damn town reminded me of Opie and our past together. I was more then relieved to reach the coffee shop. I bounded inside the small cafe, and sighed seeing the large line up of the most likely mid day lunch rush. I was instantly calmed when I looked through the coffee shops old beat up blinds to spot a familiar tattooed covered biker.

I bounded out of the shop, happy to leave the line up behind to get at lest a few minutes with Juice before he needed to return back to work.

I watched him for a moment, not being able to hide the smile that crossed my face. I smirked seeing him leaning against the Teller Morrow tow truck. He had sun glasses on covering his dark brown eyes, wearing a white t shirt his cut most likely in the saddle bag of his bike back at the shop.

Once again I felt butterfly's as he looked up, our eyes locking. He shot me that famous grin and I was instantly brought back to feeling like a teenager crushing on the bad boy at school. I was silently cursing myself for dressing in jeans, running shoes and a casual sweater which didn't seem to give me the figure flattering look I would rather be in at the moment. I took a moment before I slowly made my way over to him.

"Hey you" was all he needed to say to bring all the stress from earlier on in the day was wiped away.

"What are you doing out here all alone?" I asked as I stood in front of him.

"Half Sack ditched me" he admitted wrapping his arm around my waist as he pulled me closer to him.

"He ditched you. How did that happen?" I asked feeling the touch of his rings against my skin as his hands gripped my hips sliding under my sweater.

"He stole an ambulance" he smirked.

"What? Why would any one steal an ambulance?"

"I have no idea. He was here one minute the next he was taking off down the street. Now I've gotta bring this piece of shit back to the garage" he smirked.

"I wont keep you then. I should probably get back to looking for a job anyways"

"Hol, why don't you just go work for your dad. He employees half of Charming he's gotta be able to give you a job to?"

"My family was part of the reason I left Juice. I cant imagine working in the same building with him everyday. I've already been getting messages all morning from Tristen saying he is in a mood because one of his diesel tankers was stolen"

"Alright just think about it. I used to wish I had family who could help me out, now that I'm with SAMCRO I do" he said with another smile as he gripped my hips again and pulled me into another kiss before slowly pulling back.

"I'm sorry gorgeous I gotta get back. I gotta save Half Sack before the guys see what he's bringing back. I'll call you later" he softly said kissing me again before he dropped the grip on my waist.

"I'll see you later" was all I could manage to say as I stepped back on the side walk and watched him head to the drivers side.

"Talk to your dad Hol" he called over his shoulder because sliding into the drivers seat and shutting the door behind him. I stood there for another moment knowing he was right. I had applied everywhere and no where seemed to be hiring maybe I should go to the one person who would hire me without any question.

Half an hour later I was standing in front of my dads desk well I listened to him mumbling something into the phone. I quietly walked around the large office I had used to play in when I was a little girl. It had seemed like ages ago when Tristen and I had posed for the family shots that sat on the shelves near his desk. I was focused on one of my parents on their wedding day where they were starring into each others eyes smiling when I heard my dad call out my name.

"Holly is everything okay? Is Tristen okay?" he asked seeming concerned that I was standing in his office.

"Dad everything is fine. Tristen is at school. I'm actually here to talk to you about something" I blurted out trying to figure out the best way to approach my dad about a potential job.

"What is it?"

"I'm moving back to Charming dad at lest for a few months. I've spent the last two days looking for a job but it's hard out there" I spit out hoping the more direct I was the more he would appreciate what I was asking.

"Wow Holly that's great. Have you told your mom yet?"

"No, I want to make sure I have an apartment and a job before I get her hopes up"

"Well Holly, you know you can work here there's a few positions open. I just need to make a deal with you first" he said his face growing serious.

"What kind of deal?"

"I want to meet him Holly" was all he said.

I felt my stomach drop. "Meet who dad?" I softly asked hoping he wasnt talking about Juice.

"The guy you've been seeing Holly. I know he is in SAMCRO. I want to meet him"

"Dad, I'm not seeing anyone"

"Don't lie to me Holly. This is a small town it all gets back to me" he bluntly said.

"Thanks for nothing" I called out over my shoulder as I spun on my heel to turn and leave the room. I didn't know what was happening with me and Juice. I knew I liked him and planned on seeing him more but I was not about to scare him off by meeting my parents.

"Whenever you need a job it's here Holly. I just want to meet him first. Bring him by the house tomorrow night at seven for dinner and you can start work the next morning" he called out as I shut the door behind me.