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shut Pike down. Hell, the way she’d taken on the entire WKB, supposedly to let things chill out from her old shop. But that story just didn’t wash.  
    And that thought brought him face to face with her biggest fault, like a splash of ice water…all the unknowns about her. He needed to get to the bottom of who and what she was so he could contain the hell she meant to unleash.
    They were at his place for less than ten minutes when she came out of his bathroom wearing low-rise jeans covered with tight-fitting leather chaps that seemed to draw his eyes to her crotch. She wore a fresh T-shirt, which she adjusted, triggering his gaze to move upward. The pink fabric was cut low. Matching pink laces drew the two halves together at her breasts, exposing her cleavage through the open weave. Her blond hair was loose, streaming down both sides of her shoulders.
    “How’s this?” she asked, lifting her arms.
    How was it? Shit. He was rocking a helluva hard-on. “Great.”  
    He handed her his helmet—he’d already shut down the comm system so she wouldn’t inadvertently pick up a call from the team. He kicked his bike to start, then waited for her to mount up behind him. Her slim arms wrapped around his ribs. Her breasts pressed against his back. He could feel the weight of them even through his vest.  
    His body tightened another notch. She was like a toy he wanted to unwrap inch by inch, tasting and pleasuring her as he went. He wondered how she felt about restraints…he liked having complete control of a woman’s body, leaving her no choice but to surrender to the mercy of her passion.
    “You good?” he asked.
    “Oh yeah.” Her low voice rolled over his shoulder. Fuck. It. All. He needed to get his reaction to her under control. Fast. She was like kryptonite to him.
    The rumble of his bike’s engine and the evening’s hot wind soothed his edginess as they made the long trek into town. He pulled into a spot in front of the grocery store in Wolf Creek Bend and waited for her to dismount, then got off his bike. He didn’t even try not to look down her shirt as she took off his helmet and shook out her hair; the view was damned fine.
    He hooked his helmet over his handlebars; if anyone was stupid enough to steal it, Greer would let him know where to go to retrieve it.  
    Max took Hope’s hand and started for the front entrance. It was a warm night, still an hour or more from sunset. Lots of people were milling about Main Street. He was the recipient of all sorts of darting looks, some filled with disdain, some with fear. People made way on the sidewalk. He kept himself in front of Hope to shield her from the worst of the glares.
    Greer and Kit walked out of the store as he and Hope walked in. He barely looked at them, but it was enough to see them checking Hope out. He looked back at her. She smiled up at him as if she hadn’t noticed the guys.
    They walked over to the produce section and selected a couple of large potatoes and a container of freshly cut fruit. In the dairy aisle, they picked up butter. In other aisles, they picked up salt and pepper, cutlery, and paper goods.  
    Max noticed several shoppers collect their children and hurry out of each section as they entered it, some taking their carts, some leaving them. He ignored them. At the meat counter, he selected two large New York strips. They started down the condiments aisle, shadowed by a guy who’d been with them since their dairy stop.  
    Mid-aisle, Max turned and faced him. The guy was a good foot shorter and a whole lot narrower than Max. The name badge on his apron proclaimed him to be an assistant store manager. He almost felt sorry for the little dude, but he had a role to play. He tossed his plastic grocery basket on the floor with a loud clatter and walked into the guy’s space.
    “You got some reason to be following me?” he asked between clenched teeth as he bent down.
    “You alone, or are there more of you coming in?” the manager