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“You can knock off and go on home.” He turns to the clubhouse but pauses two steps in. “Hey. You three did real good today. Represented the club in a way that makes us all proud. It’s good to know we can trust you with something as important as those girls. Don’t think it wasn’t noted.”

It’s as close to a compliment as any of us has ever gotten.

We all stand in semi shock, and watch our VP walk off.

I’m relieved to slip away and head to my bike, throwing my leg over and strapping on my helmet. This time, I don’t call Brandy. If she’s not at work, I know where she lives. I need to see her tonight, and I won’t be able to explain to her why over the phone.

Tearing out of the lot, I roar across town, heading out onto the country roads that lead toward Paul’s bar and package store.

I can already feel my stress melting away just knowing I’m only a couple of miles from seeing her, from listening to her laugh and hopefully from wrapping her in my arms.

It’s all I can think about until my back tire begins to fishtail. Well, fuck, could this day get any worse?

CHAPTER SIX – BLUEBERRY PANCAKES

Marcus—

I’m barely controlling my swerving bike. Every muscle in my body tenses as I twist and shift on the seat in an effort to keep it upright. I don’t miss the irony. I’d planned to lay my bike down not twenty-four hours ago, and now I’m doing my damnedest to prevent just that from happening. Downshifting, I manage to pull to the side of the road and climb from my bike to search for the cause. Shining back at me, I see the trouble. Shit.

I squat next to the tire, rub my fingertips over the silver head sticking out of the rubber, and feel the warm air slowly hissing out. I’ll never make the long drive back on it.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I call Billy and stare down the road to see the sun peeking over the horizon.

“Hey man, where you at?” he asks, dispensing with hellos.

“I was headed to see Brandy, but I picked up a damn nail.”

He chuckles. “Your day just keeps getting better, huh? You need me to come get you with the truck?”

“Yeah, I think that’d—” Tires crunch on the gravel behind me, and I’m lit in a flood of blinding light. “Hold on man, someone’s pulling up.”

I shield my eyes, trying to make out the driver climbing down from a pickup.

“I just keep saving your ass, huh?” The sweet sultry voice is music to my ears.

“Never mind, Billy, an angel just stopped.”

“All right, man. Call if you need me.”

“Will do.” I disconnect and smile at Brandy.

She props a hand on her hip, pulling on the pale pink, cropped, faux-fur jacket she wears, and exposing the curve of her tight white tank top and jeans. “What are you doing out here?”

“I was actually on my way to see you,” I admit, my eyes trailing over her, my dick getting hard.

She quirks an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I’ve had a bitch of a day, and all I wanted to do was see your pretty face.”

She smiles at the compliment and gestures to my bike. “Well, doesn’t look like it’s gotten much better.”

“It did the moment you stepped outta that truck, darlin’.”

“You’re a real smooth talker.”

“Just bein’ honest.” I lift my chin to her truck. “Where were you headed?”

“On my way home until I saw you on the side of the road.”

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