Page 35 of My Unbearable Mate

“Sounds like you have your work cut out for you.” I chuckled. “Beau seems like a loose cannon.”

“He’s young, has a healthy distaste for authority, and is pretty damn good at his job.” Bellamy grinned. “Or else we’d never put up with his shit.”

We were already in front of Choppers by Lowe, and a whole new round of butterflies began a routine in my belly. They were hopped up on sugar and I had no idea why I was nervous about this visit. There was no way a missing motorcycle could have anything to do with Nana’s locket.

Bellamy nodded toward their storefront, which had two sweet looking bikes in the window. “When was the last time you were on one of these babies?”

“It’s been way too long.”

“If you stick around, maybe we could go for a ride through the mountains,” he suggested.

“I’d like that.” Even though it sounded a lot like a date.

Sweet moon, had he been under my Nana’s spell when he was with the clan too? He narrowed his eyes as my mouth dropped from that realization.

“Although if I’m here for too long, I might want to get one to call my own,” I added, so he didn’t ask what had me shook.

“Not sure why you think that’s a problem.” He grinned as he opened the door.

Choppers by Lowe was a candy store for motorcycle enthusiasts. Shiny, gorgeous bikes sat on the floor next to computer screens full of specs and demos of similar models. There was a sales desk that divided the sales floor from the workroom. Heavy metal music blared on surround sound, and one of the wolves rose from his project.

He was in his human form, with long dark hair and a beard. He had on a plaid shirt with a thermal underneath it, ripped jeans, and combat boots. He offered me his hand, then Bellamy. The two of them did one of those complicated man handshakes that told me they’d met many times before.

“Hey, Bellamy. Good to see you. It’s been way too long.” Then he turned to me. “I’m Major Lowe. My brothers and I own this shop. Haven’t seen you around town before. Are you one of the new employees?”

“She’s a client,” Bellamy said just before I had a chance to say it’s complicated.

Was I disappointed that Major thought we were coworkers? I’d file that under complicated as well. It was better this way. I’d keep telling myself that until I believed it.

“Cool,” he said, but he looked me up and down like he didn’t believe it for a second. The wolf was pretty intuitive.

Was I feeling his energy? That was new. He didn’t feel like a threat.

“Can you tell us about the missing bike?”

“Yeah, I’d be happy to.” Major ran his hand through his long hair, and I could feel him trying to tamp down…frustration? No, it was embarrassment. “We came into work two days ago and it was like the damn thing had disappeared without a trace. We have a pretty elaborate surveillance system since we build high-end bikes here. The security cameras didn’t pick anything up. No signs of forced entry.”

“Is anything else missing?” Bellamy asked.

Major shook his head. “Nope. Not a bolt out of place. If you didn’t know the bike had been here, you’d never know it was gone.”

“Does anyone besides you and your brothers have access to the security codes?”

“No. It’s just us. There’s no interruption in the surveillance. The cameras weren’t tampered with,” Major said with a shrug. “It’s like a ghost took the damn thing.”

Bellamy and I looked at each other. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck rose.

“Who were you building the bike for?” I asked.

He walked over to the desk and picked up a folder. “I figured you’d want the information. It was an online order, so I’ve never met the guy. This is everything—invoice, payment record, work order, and parts we’ve used on it so far.”

“Have you been in contact with him since the bike has gone missing?” Bellamy asked.

“I was hoping we’d have it back before I had to tell him.” Major sighed as he handed the folder to Bellamy. “We’ve got insurance. We can start over. It’s a powerful bike, and in the wrong hands it could do some damage.”

Bellamy’s brows rose as he read the file. He motioned for me to come closer.

My blood ran cold when I saw the name on the invoice.

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