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“Uh, huh.”

“So gentlemanly of you to show me the way.”

He rolls his hand in a sweeping motion. “Pardon me, my lady, right this way.”

I feel like giving him the one finger salute, but I refrain. It’s dark out here, and I don’t really know this guy.

I pull my phone out and shoot Ryder a text, hoping he’ll get the idea and come find me.

Me

Looks like I found your hideout, pretty boy

I glance around and see about fifty motorcycles. For the first time since I stepped through the gates, a spike of fear runs through me. I mean, I don’t know for sure he’s back here yet, but Torin said this is where he lives, so where else would he go?

Maybe he found a chick to hook up with? I don’t like that idea one little bit. Instead of showing fear, I do what I always do; I straighten my back and hold my head up high. Strutting across the lot, I hear a couple of wolf whistles.Seriously, dudes, grow up.

“You from around here?” Jett says behind me.

“Nope.”

“How do you know Ryder?”

“That’s a lot of questions.”

“Well, it’s only two questions.”

I sigh. “We grew up together, back in Greenlark. Anything else you’d like to know?”

“Spicy little thing, aren’t you?”

“When people annoy me.”

“You always come to a biker clubhouse talkin’ like that?”

It’s bravado, asshat.

“Talk is cheap,Jett.I prefer to flutter my wings and get what I want.”

He chuckles. “I’m sure you do.”

As we approach the steps, I hear my phone buzz.

Ryder

What?

I smile. He can run but he can’t hide.

Me

I’m here

Ryder

Where?

Me

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