"It so matters."
"Oh, and he, uhm, told me to call him by his real name," I finished, rushing the words out, hoping Emma wouldn't want to dwell on them.
Oh, how foolish of me.
"Sorry, he what?" Emma said.
"Em, please don't make a big deal out of it," I groaned as I changed out of my dress and into an oversized T-shirt.
"How can I not?!" She asked incredulously. "In all the books I read, that means a biker is claiming you. In a way. They only ever let their mommas and their ol' ladies call them by their birth names."
"Well, I'm his fake ol' lady," I mumbled.
"Not the same," she argued. "He didn't have to do that."
"Em, I really can't make a big deal out of this," I told her, forcing out a shaky laugh.
"What are you so afraid of?" She asked, surprising me.
"A-afraid of?" I repeated
