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it. Look at the graying on your spark plugs and muffler.”
“Can you fix it?” Pike asked.
“Yes. And since you’re going to fix my electrical problems, if you provide the parts for your bike, I’ll provide the labor. If you need parts for the house, I’ll get them.”
Pike shook his head. “I got all kinds of parts in my van. How about instead of you providing the electrical parts for your house, since I already have them, you give my friend’s bike a tune-up? If you need parts, we’ll bring them to you.”
Hope held out her hand. “Deal.” Pike shook with her. Mad Dog gave her a considering look. She wondered if she’d just made some good marks with both of them. She needed to fit in here quickly so she could switch her focus to finding her brother.
* * *
Max returned to the Quonset hut several hours later. The front and back garage doors were open. A hot breeze rolled through. Half a dozen guys were lounging about, drinking beer, smoking weed, watching the female wrench work. He chased them out, handing out chores to the hang-arounds and the prospects among them.
Hope looked up from the bike she was working on. She had a grease smudge on her cheekbone. She was wearing a pair of train engineer overalls and a black tank top. He remembered his first sight of her. Her lean stomach and the mounds of her breasts. All those goddamned hands on her.
“How’s it goin’?” Pete asked, interrupting their silent stare-off. Shit . Max hadn’t even been aware the guy had come in. The girl was fucking with his head.
“Good,” Max answered, covering his momentary lapse.
“That Pike’s bike out front?”
“Yeah.”
“So she knows her stuff, huh? I’ve been telling him for months that was the wrong carburetor.” Hope went back to work. They stood silently and watched her, then Pete said, “Let’s take a walk.”
Max put his sunglasses on as they moved into the sunshine. Greer was picking up on everything Max was hearing and saying, and the camera in the glasses gave him a visual.
“S’on your mind, Pete?”
“We got a shipment going out tomorrow night. I need you here for it.”
“What time?”
“Sometime between midnight and one.”
“Where?”
“The warehouse.”
Max nodded. “I’ll be there.”
“Round up the standard crew for guard duty. Come by the clubhouse later. I’ll give you their numbers.”
“Will do.”
When he returned to the shop, two guys were rolling Pike’s friend’s bike out front. Hope removed her gloves. A stained rag hung from her hip pocket. The sun had shifted, casting a shadow in front of the Quonset hut. She smiled up at him. His heart did a weird thing, like squeezed tight for a beat. He handed her an unopened bottle of water.
“Thanks.” She took the cold plastic and pressed it against her neck. He tore his eyes away and ripped into his own bottle. Tossing the contents back in long guzzles, he looked at the blue summer sky as he pulled the cold water into his mouth. Who was she? And why was she really here?
Hopefully, Greer could get the info he needed from her bottle. Her fingerprints would yield quick results, but the DNA search would take a few days.
“Want dinner?” he asked.
“Sure.” She grinned. “You cooking?”
He shrugged, watching as she drank the water. “I guess. Let’s take a ride into town to pick up some steaks. You eat meat?”
She smiled and nodded. “Love a juicy steak. Let me just clean up. Give me fifteen once we get to your place?” She finished her water and handed the bottle back to him.
“Works for me.” While she closed up her shop, he wrapped her bottle in plastic, then tucked it away in one of his saddlebags.
On the way back to his cabin, he tried to block her from his mind, but it was useless. The woman was damned near perfect. A meat-eating mechanic, gorgeous, and capable of cleaning up in minutes rather than hours. And she was tough, too. He grinned when he thought of the way she’d
“Can you fix it?” Pike asked.
“Yes. And since you’re going to fix my electrical problems, if you provide the parts for your bike, I’ll provide the labor. If you need parts for the house, I’ll get them.”
Pike shook his head. “I got all kinds of parts in my van. How about instead of you providing the electrical parts for your house, since I already have them, you give my friend’s bike a tune-up? If you need parts, we’ll bring them to you.”
Hope held out her hand. “Deal.” Pike shook with her. Mad Dog gave her a considering look. She wondered if she’d just made some good marks with both of them. She needed to fit in here quickly so she could switch her focus to finding her brother.
* * *
Max returned to the Quonset hut several hours later. The front and back garage doors were open. A hot breeze rolled through. Half a dozen guys were lounging about, drinking beer, smoking weed, watching the female wrench work. He chased them out, handing out chores to the hang-arounds and the prospects among them.
Hope looked up from the bike she was working on. She had a grease smudge on her cheekbone. She was wearing a pair of train engineer overalls and a black tank top. He remembered his first sight of her. Her lean stomach and the mounds of her breasts. All those goddamned hands on her.
“How’s it goin’?” Pete asked, interrupting their silent stare-off. Shit . Max hadn’t even been aware the guy had come in. The girl was fucking with his head.
“Good,” Max answered, covering his momentary lapse.
“That Pike’s bike out front?”
“Yeah.”
“So she knows her stuff, huh? I’ve been telling him for months that was the wrong carburetor.” Hope went back to work. They stood silently and watched her, then Pete said, “Let’s take a walk.”
Max put his sunglasses on as they moved into the sunshine. Greer was picking up on everything Max was hearing and saying, and the camera in the glasses gave him a visual.
“S’on your mind, Pete?”
“We got a shipment going out tomorrow night. I need you here for it.”
“What time?”
“Sometime between midnight and one.”
“Where?”
“The warehouse.”
Max nodded. “I’ll be there.”
“Round up the standard crew for guard duty. Come by the clubhouse later. I’ll give you their numbers.”
“Will do.”
When he returned to the shop, two guys were rolling Pike’s friend’s bike out front. Hope removed her gloves. A stained rag hung from her hip pocket. The sun had shifted, casting a shadow in front of the Quonset hut. She smiled up at him. His heart did a weird thing, like squeezed tight for a beat. He handed her an unopened bottle of water.
“Thanks.” She took the cold plastic and pressed it against her neck. He tore his eyes away and ripped into his own bottle. Tossing the contents back in long guzzles, he looked at the blue summer sky as he pulled the cold water into his mouth. Who was she? And why was she really here?
Hopefully, Greer could get the info he needed from her bottle. Her fingerprints would yield quick results, but the DNA search would take a few days.
“Want dinner?” he asked.
“Sure.” She grinned. “You cooking?”
He shrugged, watching as she drank the water. “I guess. Let’s take a ride into town to pick up some steaks. You eat meat?”
She smiled and nodded. “Love a juicy steak. Let me just clean up. Give me fifteen once we get to your place?” She finished her water and handed the bottle back to him.
“Works for me.” While she closed up her shop, he wrapped her bottle in plastic, then tucked it away in one of his saddlebags.
On the way back to his cabin, he tried to block her from his mind, but it was useless. The woman was damned near perfect. A meat-eating mechanic, gorgeous, and capable of cleaning up in minutes rather than hours. And she was tough, too. He grinned when he thought of the way she’d
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