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Chapter One

Eastern Washington, Yakima Valley

Sept 17—Present Day

Marie

Crap, there were bikes outside the trailer

Three Harleys and a big nize

Good thing I’d stopped by the grocery store on the way ho I wanted to do was to run out and buy even iven me any extra beer money and I didn’t want to ask him—not with his uy whose entire ames, my brother Jeff had done a lot for me over the past three months I owed him and I knew it

I’d already grabbed soround beef that’d been on sale I’d planned on burgers, buns and chips for the two of us, but I always iven me a watermelon she’d picked up in Her potato salad all made up for the potluck after work to another one but I could handle that

I sht Less than a ourmet, but it wouldn’t embarrass Jeff either

I pulled up next to the bikes, careful to leave them plenty of room I’d been terrified of the Reapers the first time they’d come over Anyone would be They looked like cri black leather vests covered in patches They cussed and drank and could be rude and de Jeff had warned me about them lots of times but he also considered theer, for the h, but not because of any criminal activity…

Anyway, I think Jeff did so Some kind of business Why a motorcycle club needed a website I had no idea, and the one time I’d asked him about it he told me not to ask

Then he’d scuttled off to the casino for two days

I got out of the car and went around back to grab the groceries, almost scared to see whether Horse’s bike was in the lineup I wanted to see him so bad it hurt but wasn’t sure what I’d say if I did It’s not like he’d answered es But I couldn’t help roceries and walked over to the bikes to scope the inside

I don’t knowand sleek and black Not all bright and decorated the way you soiant, fat tailpipes off the back and al

The motorcycle was almost as beautiful as the man who rode it Almost

My heart stopped when I saw that bike, right on the end I wanted to touch it, see if the leather of the seat was as sh to do that I didn’t have the right I really shouldn’t even be excited to see hiht inside s weren’t smooth between us and I honestly didn’t know if he’d even acknowledge me For a while he’d seemed almost like my boyfriend The last time I’d seen him, he’d scared the crap out of me

Even scary, the man made my panties wet