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“I don’t know.” Mason put his hands up in front of the heater vents. “I can’t get her to answer her damn phone.”

Jackson pulled out onto the road, the chains on the wrecker’s tires going through the snow like a knife through butter. Damn. Investing in chains for his tires moved to the top of his to-do list.

“What happened to your hands?”

“Had to put some fuckers down tonight,” Mason growled. “Walked in on three members of my frat assaulting a girl.”

“Well, shit, you’ve had a busy night.”

Mason snorted. “You have no idea.”

“Tell me what’s going on with your girl.”

“Some fucker attacked her at the hospital. She got hurt.”

“Tell me.” Jackson’s hands tightened around the steering wheel.

He looked a lot like his sister, Becca, Mason’s sister-in-law. Same blond hair and blue eyes. Only Jackson’s looks were more rugged. He always looked dangerous, whereas Becca looked like she wouldn’t hurt a mouse.

Which she wouldn’t. Mason found her on a chair in her kitchen once, shouting for Dimitri to find the mouse. Dimitri planned on killing it, and she threatened to kill him if he tried. He and Mason had eventually caught it, only to release it into the wild. That was Becca. Kind and gentle.

Jackson was none of those things. He was hard and would do what needed doing. Mason appreciated that about the man. Having grown up in a family of men just like Jackson, it wasn’t surprising he and Jackson had become good friends. He might be older than Mason, but that didn’t matter.

He told him everything he knew, and Jackson nodded, taking it all in but saying nothing. Kade did that. He gathered the information and assessed the situation before acting. It was rubbing off on Mason.

Jackson pulled up in front of the hospital a little while later. “We’ll keep eyes on her.”

“You don’t need to do that,” Mason said, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Yeah, we do. You’re a future prospect, and we protect our own.”

“I haven’t agreed to be a prospect yet.”

Jackson grinned. “Grave and the guys already approved you. We need a computer guy. Ours is still in jail.”

“I don’t know. Kade is harassing me to join the firm, but I like what I do now. I make good money.”

“Look, Mason, Grave knows this. He thinks you being a part of your brother’s firm is a good idea. It never hurts to have ties to organizations that can help us when we need it.”

“I thought you guys went legit?”

“We did.” Jackson nodded. “Doesn’t mean assholes in the police department as well as the DA’s office believe it.”

“They giving you guys problems?”

“Nothing we can’t handle. I’ll tell Grave we need to call Church and get some protection arranged for your girl. Grave wants you at the clubhouse next Saturday. Says he wants to talk to you. I meant to call you earlier, but I got busy.”

Mason nodded. He didn’t have time to think about Jackson’s offer of prospecting for the MC. He could only focus on Jo right now.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“Go find your girl, and I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Mason hopped out of the wrecker and ran inside, going straight to the cubicles where Jo usually worked. An older woman sat there, and she looked up when he stopped at her desk.

“I need to find Josephine Maxwell.”

“Who are you?”

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