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Authors: Cynthia Rayne
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“I have a couple of questions for you.” She gulped down some wine for courage and then gestured to the room with her glass. “I don’t want to upset you or anything, but I’m curious. The Four Horsemen have a notorious reputation in town. It’s a motorcycle gang, right?”
He pressed his lips together and his eyes became hooded. He obviously didn’t like questions. “No, it’s a club and we’re a group of men who are enthusiastic about motorcycles. A motorcycle club.” He finished his spiel with a flashy grin.
She tried again. “Mmhmm, and that sounds a bit like a rehearsed little speech you give. I’ve heard rumors about the Four Horsemen for years. If I hadn’t been having such a crappy night, I probably wouldn’t have come here yesterday.”
He leaned back in the chair, swiveling it in her direction and crossed his arms over his chest. “Why not? As you can see, we’re nice enough guys.”
She had no idea how to ask the next question without offending him, but she had to know what she’d gotten herself into. “But does the club do things that… I don’t know… are illegal , for instance?”
She expected him to laugh it off or maybe she just hoped he would. Instead, he opted for a cryptic response. “What can I say, darlin’? I try to follow the law and the law follows me.”
“Jeez. This is like talking to the Cheshire Cat, biker style.” She bet women usually found him charming and forgot what they had asked in the first place. But she wouldn’t be placated so easy. “What does that word puzzle mean?”
“Nothin’ you need to worry about.” He used a harsh tone, his jaw had clenched.
His body language clearly said end of freaking discussion.
She waited, refusing to fill the silence, but he didn’t offer up an explanation, or reassure her about the law-abiding nature of the club. He merely watched her, expressionless.
She stared back. Undaunted.
After a few minutes, he burst out laughing. “You don’t back down easily, darlin’. Keep it up. Men respect a girl with backbone, especially Horsemen.”
With no revelations coming, she finally gave up. For the moment, at least. “Fine. Have your secrets. But I’m not attending any tea parties.”
A brief knock on the door interrupted them.
“Hey, Ryker!” Shepherd poked his head in the room. “Sorry to butt in, but we need you, brother.”
“Do yourself a favor and turn around. Walk yourself on out of here, while you still can.”
Undeterred, Shepherd stepped in the room and then closed the doors. He leaned against them and crossed his arms over his chest, slanted his head to the side, as though just asking for trouble. “Yeah, I ain’t afraid of you. But you should know the liquor delivery guy is making a drop off and he shorted us four bottles of Jack and two cases of beer again. And seems insistent he still get paid for them. Thought you might want to go have a, uh,” he paused to glance at her, “ word with him.”
Yeah, right. A conversation with fists. She doubted he negotiated anything.
“Christ,” Ryker bit out as he stood up. “Sorry, but I got to deal with this shit.” He placed a finger under her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I promise we will go someplace else next time, far, far away from these assholes.” With a wink, he headed out.
“I thought he’d never leave,” Shepherd said with an affected sigh as he fell into Ryker’s vacated chair. He picked the wine up. Sniffed it. Then placed it back on the table and pushed it away with a grimace. “He’s drinking wine?”
Speaking of, she topped off her glass. She felt like plunking a straw into the bottle and guzzling it down like a juice box. “More like tried it and decided against it.”
Shepherd watched her with wily blue eyes. She had to admit he was a handsome man. Actually, all of the brothers seemed to be hot as hell. She had yet to meet one who couldn’t find work as a Chippendales dancer.
She
“I have a couple of questions for you.” She gulped down some wine for courage and then gestured to the room with her glass. “I don’t want to upset you or anything, but I’m curious. The Four Horsemen have a notorious reputation in town. It’s a motorcycle gang, right?”
He pressed his lips together and his eyes became hooded. He obviously didn’t like questions. “No, it’s a club and we’re a group of men who are enthusiastic about motorcycles. A motorcycle club.” He finished his spiel with a flashy grin.
She tried again. “Mmhmm, and that sounds a bit like a rehearsed little speech you give. I’ve heard rumors about the Four Horsemen for years. If I hadn’t been having such a crappy night, I probably wouldn’t have come here yesterday.”
He leaned back in the chair, swiveling it in her direction and crossed his arms over his chest. “Why not? As you can see, we’re nice enough guys.”
She had no idea how to ask the next question without offending him, but she had to know what she’d gotten herself into. “But does the club do things that… I don’t know… are illegal , for instance?”
She expected him to laugh it off or maybe she just hoped he would. Instead, he opted for a cryptic response. “What can I say, darlin’? I try to follow the law and the law follows me.”
“Jeez. This is like talking to the Cheshire Cat, biker style.” She bet women usually found him charming and forgot what they had asked in the first place. But she wouldn’t be placated so easy. “What does that word puzzle mean?”
“Nothin’ you need to worry about.” He used a harsh tone, his jaw had clenched.
His body language clearly said end of freaking discussion.
She waited, refusing to fill the silence, but he didn’t offer up an explanation, or reassure her about the law-abiding nature of the club. He merely watched her, expressionless.
She stared back. Undaunted.
After a few minutes, he burst out laughing. “You don’t back down easily, darlin’. Keep it up. Men respect a girl with backbone, especially Horsemen.”
With no revelations coming, she finally gave up. For the moment, at least. “Fine. Have your secrets. But I’m not attending any tea parties.”
A brief knock on the door interrupted them.
“Hey, Ryker!” Shepherd poked his head in the room. “Sorry to butt in, but we need you, brother.”
“Do yourself a favor and turn around. Walk yourself on out of here, while you still can.”
Undeterred, Shepherd stepped in the room and then closed the doors. He leaned against them and crossed his arms over his chest, slanted his head to the side, as though just asking for trouble. “Yeah, I ain’t afraid of you. But you should know the liquor delivery guy is making a drop off and he shorted us four bottles of Jack and two cases of beer again. And seems insistent he still get paid for them. Thought you might want to go have a, uh,” he paused to glance at her, “ word with him.”
Yeah, right. A conversation with fists. She doubted he negotiated anything.
“Christ,” Ryker bit out as he stood up. “Sorry, but I got to deal with this shit.” He placed a finger under her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I promise we will go someplace else next time, far, far away from these assholes.” With a wink, he headed out.
“I thought he’d never leave,” Shepherd said with an affected sigh as he fell into Ryker’s vacated chair. He picked the wine up. Sniffed it. Then placed it back on the table and pushed it away with a grimace. “He’s drinking wine?”
Speaking of, she topped off her glass. She felt like plunking a straw into the bottle and guzzling it down like a juice box. “More like tried it and decided against it.”
Shepherd watched her with wily blue eyes. She had to admit he was a handsome man. Actually, all of the brothers seemed to be hot as hell. She had yet to meet one who couldn’t find work as a Chippendales dancer.
She
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