Page 71 of The Biker's Brother

“Not by yourself. But you can leave with me. I’ll grab a couple of the guys. You’ll be safe as mother’s milk.”

“I heard you got here with the clothes on your back,” Brigid put in.

Cami looked from Brigid down to the rumpled shirt she was wearing. “What gave it away?”

“It doesn’t look bad, but… You and I are about the same size.” To Brash she said, “Let’s stop by the house so she can change clothes. I can loan her a few things until her stuff comes.”

“That’s very kind of you. Thank you. And, about what happened with your, um, husband, it wasn’t very good. I promise.”

“Now, hold on,” Brash said. “It’s not like I was trying!”

“You better quit while you’re ahead, beautiful,” Brigid told him. “It’s fine with me that she thinks you’re ‘not very good’.”

She winked at Cami and started toward the door.

Brash followed her saying, “I have a reputation to maintain, you know.”

“The only reputation you need to be worried about is what I think of you,” she countered.

Brash paused at the office door.

“We’re taking the girl to see Brand.”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean no. She stays here.”

“Come on. I’ll have three guys with me. We won’t be gone longer than an hour.”

“Three guys?”

“Yeah.”

“Who?”

“Eric. Rock. Crow.”

“Eric, Rock, and Crow.” Brant seemed to be considering that.

“If Brand can take care of her by himself for three days running all over the countryside, I think the three of us can keep her safe for an hour.”

“Okay. An hour.”

“Might take just a little longer. We’re gonna stop by the house so Brigid can loan her some clothes and stuff.”

“How much longer?”

“Hour and a half.” It felt like he was a teen again bargaining for a later curfew.

“Call ifanythinghappens.”

“Yep.”

“Anything.”

“Got it.”

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