Page 73 of The Biker's Brother

On the other hand, Trey would be looking for a sophisticated woman with long mahogany hair, no bikers, no combat boots. It could be a brilliant version of hiding in plain sight.

Brandon had bought a downtown building on Congress between 6th and 7th before he moved the main offices to Austin. He took the top three floors and rebranded the building with the Germane name and emblem and was instantly admitted to Austin society and invited to join the exclusive clubs.

Cami didn’t notice the building name and it wouldn’t have registered as out of the ordinary if she had.

The six visitors stood facing the doors as the elevator rose higher. Cami was feeling some butterflies in her stomach. She didn’t know if she was nervous about calling Brandon on his sexuality or if she was afraid of finding out that the attraction was hers alone.

When the elevator stopped, it opened directly into the reception area of Germane Enterprises. Cami was familiar with the name, which didn’t really say much. Most people were familiar with the name and the sultry voice that delivered the TV ads.

“We don’t always put our name on the things we make, but we’re everywhere you look. We’re the future. We’re Germane.”

The stunning brunette at the reception desk gave Brash a big Hollywood smile, while ignoring Brigid and Cami altogether.Ugh.

“He here?” Brash asked.

“Yes. He is.” She started to open an intercom line, but Brash stopped her. “Not this time. It’s a surprise.”

Her smile fell. “But sir…”

“I take responsibility.” To the three tagalong bikers he said, “Wait here.”

Like good soldiers, they unquestioningly took seats on plush chairs.

Brash led the way to Brandon’s office, the big one at the end of the hall that faced south and east. Cami stopped dead when she saw the name on the door.

Brandon St. Germaine.

No wonder he’d seemed familiar. She’d seen his photo at society events in Town & Country a hundred times. She hadn’t pegged him because, who would have ever guessed that the CEO of Germane Enterprises would show up at a New Jersey warehouse, impersonating a bodyguard. On one hand, it explained a lot. On the other, it posed a maelstrom of confusion and questions.

Brandon appeared to be talking to air while wearing a Bluetooth earpiece that resembled a scifi implant. Gone was the four days of beard scruff he’d accumulated on the road. He was groomed to perfection, downright dapper in a charcoal gray custom made Italian silk and gabardine suit with a crisp white shirt and pale yellow tie.

He’d been appreciating the view from his office while talking lease terms on a Channel warehouse when he swiveled around to see Brash, Brigid, and Cami standing just inside the threshold of his office door. Cami looked like she’d just seen someone hit by a car, which made his own stomach sink in reaction.

It looked like he wasn’t going to be able to take time carefully crafting retractions and revisions supported with plausible explanations about how wacky fall-in-love road trips can be.

The two of them remained frozen in a stare for a few seconds.

She broke eye contact first, looking around the room. There was a framed copy of the magazine cover that featured Brandon, the same one that instigated the life-altering events that led him to a father and brother he hadn’t known he had.

First Cami stomped around the desk, grabbed the Bluetooth gadget off Brandon’s ear and tossed it to the other side of the room.

Brash picked it up and said, “He’ll call you back.”

Cami walked over, took the photo off the wall, placed it in front of Brandon on his desk and said, “This you, bodyguard?”

Brandon couldn’t stand the hurt he saw on her face. He swallowed so hard, his tie moved, before he said, “Yes. But I can explain, Rose.”

“It’s Cami! Don’t bother getting up because I’m leaving. And don’t bother reintroducing yourself because I’m not interested. There’s not a single thing about you that’s real. I don’t know you. I don’t know anything about you.”

He hated the fact that he’d caused her more pain. Worse, he hated the fact that she hated him.

As she stormed toward the door, Brash looked at Brand, who said, “Thanks a lot.”

“Hey. When you want me to keep secrets, you need to give me a heads up. She started my day with a big sloppy kiss that was meant for you. I brought her here so she could deliver to the right brother. If I’d known this would fuck things up, we wouldn’t have come. You know that.”

“She’s supposed to be on lockdown until the threat has passed.”

“She’s safe with me. Got Rock, Crow, and Eric waiting out there in the lounge, probably flirting with your fake tits receptionist.”

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