Page 103 of Under Fire

He crossed his legs, settling in. He just had to learn how to stop. He just had to reintegrate.

As fucking hard as it was going to be, it got a little easier when he saw Alisa’s adorable face poking around the corner from his bedroom, looking down the stairs at him. She beamed, tugged on his T-shirt that hung over her frame and slipped down the stairs toward him. There was no better sight in life. Apart from the fact that he could fuck her all day long, he enjoyed her company immensely.

If ever he had a chance at a life outside of work, it was going to be with her.

She got to the bottom of the stairs, holding the rail. It only took her two seconds before she seemed to realized what was going on.

Empathetic, she asked, “What are you going to do now?”

Warren laughed, taking in another gulp of his coffee, pondering the question.

“Train, get ready to get back to work—eventually.”

Alisa stepped forward, grinning. “No, I mean—what are you going to do with your spare time?”

He shot her a conspiratorial look. “Guess I’m the boss of the Deadeye MC now.”

Her mouth dropped, realizing the implications. She edged toward him, like a moth to a flame.

Savoring the view of her slinking to him, he continued, “I guess it’s high time someone cleaned up that club.”

“How are you going to do that?” She stopped inches from him.

He reached out and pulled her in, landing her square in his lap. Smoothing a stray hair back from her face, he grinned.

“I’ve got a couple of friends who can help.”

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