Page 72 of The Biker's Brother

“Wait a minute!”

“What?”

“Brand was sending people over with some papers for her to sign. You can’t leave until after.”

Rita peeked in. “Bawdy says there are people at the gate that Brandon sent over?”

“That must be them,” Brant said, getting up and coming around the desk.

After Cami signed, Brant and Brash witnessed for the notary, who was also the delivery person.

“We’re going to the office. You want us to take these?” Brash asked.

The young man was wearing a suit with no tie, but even without the tie, he lookedallbusiness. He handed one of the originals to Brash and said, “Take this one. I’m on the way to the airport with this one.” He held up the one he was keeping. “Got a flight to Boston. Things to do. People to see. News to deliver.”

Brash took the document and nodded.

“Well, ladies, nothing’s keeping us here. Let me grab the guys.”

Brash, Brigid, Cami, and Rock got into Brigid’s BMW that Brash had given her for her birthday. The other two followed behind in a nondescript SUV because guys riding with SSMC colors on their backs tended to get noticed and getting noticed was contrary to the goal.

They pulled into the garage at Brash’s house and put the door down before getting out of the car. Inside, Cami commented on the view.

“It’s beautiful here. I didn’t know Texas could be so… hilly?”

“Yeah,” Brash said. “That’s why it’s called the Hill Country. A lot of people think Texas is desert, tumbleweeds, horse-drawn wagons. They don’t ever seem to see the pictures of pine forests, beaches…”

“Alright. Alright.” Brigid laughed. To Cami she said, “Don’t get him started. Come upstairs and get some clothes.”

A half hour later, Cami left feeling pretty in a red silk shirtwaist dress that stopped three inches above the knee. Brigid’s shoe size was larger so she had to wear her combat boots.

“Oh, well,” she said, looking in the mirror. “It’s a look.”

Brigid chuckled. “Goes with your hair.”

Cami reached for her hair. “I can’t wait to change it.”

“One thing at a time,” Brigid said.

She packed the things Cami was borrowing into a Gucci bag and handed it to her.

“This is really wonderful of you.”

Brigid shook her head. “Purely selfish. Brash will participate in the profit from this job.”

As they drove away, Cami commented on the house next door.

“Beautiful houses,” she said.

“Believe it or not my in-laws live in that house.” Cami looked at her. “Yes. Right next door. It’s a good thing I like them.”

“It is.”

“Brandon owns the lot right there.” Brash pointed toward a piece of grass with a few trees. “He’s going to build a house someday.”

“Huh.” That was the most non-committal thing Cami could think of to say.

She supposed they weren’t exactly inconspicuous as they entered the lobby of the modern high rise office building. As they got on the elevator she was thinking, “Four bikers, a redhead, and a spikey-haired blonde in a red silk dress and combat boots walked into a bar…”

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