“We do our best,” he answered.

Cami snorted. “I think it’s cute that he rides on her bike instead of his own.”

Crew kept his thoughts about that to himself.

“Don’t you?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“I’ve never seen a man look at a woman like he does her. He’s so enamored with her.”

“Mmm hmm.”

Cami whacked his arm. “Don’t be a jerk.”

“Look,” he finally said, “the man is so far gone over Monty, I’m sure he doesn’t give a fuck what we think.”Or say.

“He probably doesn’t and I’m sure that drives all of you crazy. The man is just living his life and loving his woman. He’s obviously content simply spending time with her.”

He squeezed her denim-clad knee. “Like I am with mine.”

“You don’t look at me like that.”

“Sure I do. You just don’t pay attention.”

“Can you go grab my eyeballs? They rolled right out of my head this time.”

“Where’d they go?”

“If I could see them, I’d tell you.”

“Probably the same place Clark’s balls went.”

“Crew!”

He shrugged.

“Anyway, now that I know I’m going to be staying in the area and will soon have a permanent place to live, I think I’ll go Harley shopping.”

They were currently both staying in Fletch’s house for two reasons. The first being the pool so Cami could swim daily. The second was Murphy. Fletch’s house was bigger than Crew’s condo, plus it had a fenced yard.

Getting Cami a permanent place to live was something Crew needed to work on. Because as soon as he pulled Fletch and Wilder from their undercover assignment—which could be any day now—Fletch would want to sleep in his own bed.

He’d want to share that bed with Wilder, not with Crew and Cami.

It was past time to start looking for a bigger place for the both of them. One with a backyard and maybe even a pool. Between their two salaries, they shouldn’t have a problem finding the right place.

“Or… You can continue to ride with me,” he suggested.

“Or I can get my own.”

“Or you can just ride with me,” he insisted. “How about we compromise? You can ride with me until you get your own. You’ll also need to take a course first. Get your permit. Practice. You don’t just buy a bike, hop on it and go.” Did he sound discouraging? Because he was doing his damnedest to do so.

“I’m aware of that.”

“The truth is, I like having you on the back of my bike. I like having your arms wrapped around me. Is that so bad?”

“Aw. Look at you being sweet and everything. Did that hurt? How’s this for a compromise? I ride with you on club runs. But having my own Harley will also give me the option to ride by myself. Riding isn’t only for pleasure, it’s also a form of transportation.”