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back of a black Harley. Nope. Not at all. She didn’t get all female and jittery over boys anymore. Especially not younger boys. Especially not…
                  “Just shut up,” she told herself, and reached for the next sheet of paper on top of the stack.
                  “What was that?” Darla asked.
                  Belatedly, she remembered she wasn’t alone, and her face grew hot with embarrassment. “Oh, nothing. Talking to myself again.”
                  “Hmm,” Darla said, peering at her own pile of papers over the rims of her reading glasses. “Sometimes that’s the only intelligent conversation a woman can have around here.”
                  Jenny smiled. “You know, nobody twists your arm to stay around this testosterone pit.”
                  “Nobody twists yours either, sweetheart.”
                  “Fair enough.” Jenny sat up from her slouch and took her legs off the arm of the chair, set her boots on the floor. “All the housekeeping stuff looks in order,” she said.
                  “Kitchen stuff too.” Darla sat back and pushed her glasses up. “You know, if we got us a crew of Lean Bitches like they’ve got in Tennessee, we wouldn’t have to do so much.”
                  Jenny snorted. “Oh, they might cook and clean. We’d still be going over the books.”
                  “Too true.”
                  They had been camped out in the small clubhouse office for the past hour, running through the months’ invoices and bank statements. Candy had returned home to Texas suspicious and untrusting, and he always wanted someone with skin in the game to be in charge of the accounts. He would review what they’d just done, and file it away in the big spiral notebooks lined up on the shelves behind the desk.
                  “I don’t know about you,” Darla said, “but I need a slice of that chocolate pound cake I made earlier.”
                  “That sounds like a fabulous idea.”
                  She heard bikes coming onto the property as they walked to the kitchen, and a little prickling of awareness crawled up the back of her neck. Not that she cared about who might be arriving on a new bike. Nope. Not her.
                  “They’re back from Ned’s I hear,” Darla said as she pulled the lid off the cake plate.
                  “Someone went to Ned’s?”
                  Darla gave her an oh please look. “Honey, don’t even pretend.”
                  “I don’t know what you mean.”
                  “Uh-huh.”
                  She had a forkful of cake poised in front of her mouth when Colin burst into the kitchen, grinning like a kid.
                  “Well hey there, Colin,” Darla greeted. “Did Ned get you all set up?”
                  He spared her a fast look. “Yes, ma’am.” Then his gaze pinged back to Jenny.
                  There was no denying it; he was staring right at her, and the exuberance in his face, shining in his eyes, caused her throat to tighten. No , she thought quietly. Please don’t direct anything like that my way. I won’t be able to defend against it.
                  “You gotta come see it,” he told her. “It’s fucking sweet.”
                  No , the voice said again. You take too many steps, and then you’re running, and you’ll never stop until it’s too late, and you’re bleeding on the floor…
                  But she set her fork down and got to her feet as if in a dream sequence. “Okay,” she said. “Let’s go see it.”
     

Eleven
     
    Colin
     
    She was impressed, he could tell. The Night Train was a slick piece of machinery, mean in all the right places, simple where it counted.