Page 10 of Desert Heat

“Are you going undercover?”

“Something like that.”

“I’m thinking…broody jock?” Amber pursed her lips, cocking her head.

“Shy, genius. Nerd with glasses?” The makeup artist chimed in.

“I can play guitar and throw a football like a canon.”

“No. No sports. You’ll draw too much attention.”

Rogan shook his head. “I’ll join a Frat then.”

Jinx spewed out his beer.

“All right. Let’s get on with it.” I splayed my arms wide as the three women still eyed me.

“Sorry, but I think your beard needs to go.”

Sighing, I rubbed it. It took forever to get it just how I wanted. If I was gonna pull this off, I knew I had to morph from Prez of the Royal Bastards Santa Fe to college frat boy and I had less than three days. My intel told me she was already up there. Classes had already begun. I missed orientation week and the first week of class. Luckily for me, The Boston Chapter hooked me up with class notes, an excuse of a death in the family. Which happened to be true, and they had also managed to get me a furnished log cabin rental.

“Hunter. Hunter Northport.” That’s your new alias?

I grabbed the fake birth certificate from Rage. “… I am going hunting up North,” I muttered.For a certain girl… I finished in my head.

“Come on we need to go shopping.” Regan snapped her fingers expecting me to follow.

“I’m not your dog, woman.” I growled, suddenly feeling irritated.

“Nope, but for the next two hours… you will be my bitch.”

“Damn that sounds kinda hot,” I admitted.

She winked as she opened the door. “Doesn’t it though?”

“What are you doing?” I tried closing the door in Jinx’s face.

“Somebody’s gotta load all them shoppin’ bags,” he drawled.

“I’m gonna make that girl pay,” I hissed as Regan got into her truck, making me ride bitch just like she said.

“Who?”

“Nobody,” I growled. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“You’ll need a laptop and crossbody bag.”

“Crossbody what?”

“Never mind,” Amber giggled. “This is going to be fun. I haven’t been out since the baby was born.”

“What like a day ago?” I rolled my eyes. The woman seemed to always be pregnant.

“Almost two weeks. My breasts hurt. Shit, I forgot to pump!”

Jinx’s eyes rounded as she began massaging her nips. “Somebody shoot me,” I groaned.

“Don’t worry mama, we’ll pump and dump at the mall.” Regan replied reassuringly.

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