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the room, his plan was to rip
through Heather ’ s personal
shit and hope to find something that would distance herself from the asshole
dealing drugs in Frelen. The last thing he expected was for Heather to come
walking out of the bathroom holding a towel to her body. Just a fucking towel.
And only covering the front of her fucking body.
    Brody took a breath and kicked off
his boots. He stepped from his jeans and went to the bathroom. He took care of
the evidence from he and Heather fucking, then set his eyes to the shower. Most
of his relationships were based on hours rather than years. So right now,
whatever was happening with Heather didn ’ t
mean shit just as long as they wanted to be near each other. Because in a
matter of hours, or at the most, days, Heather would be on her way. Back to the
hospital to be a cute looking nurse rushing around. Hopefully that asshole Lyle
would be dead and Heather would have nothing to worry about.
    As Brody tore open the shower door,
he said, “ You have company.
Make room for me. ”
    Heather smiled - why the fuck
does she have to have dimples that somehow make her eyes bluer? - and
nodded. “ Plenty of room in
here. ”
    Brody laughed. “ Not sure about that, sweetheart.
You were pretty fucking full a few minutes ago. ”
    Heather ’ s jaw dropped and face turned red.
    Brody stepped into the shower and
grabbed for Heather.
    Time is not my fucking friend.
    He turned her around. Her hair was
long, wet, the tips slightly curled, resting right at the top of her breasts.
He stared her up and down, her beautiful wet body. Her tits were nice, small
for his hands, but plenty to play with. Her nipples were tiny and perky,
sticking out at him like small fingers pointing.
    Slowly, Brody ran his hands down
Heather ’ s chest. He cupped
both breasts and she pressed her chest hard at him. As he looked into her eyes,
he realized he mixed protection with sex. Or that sex meant protection.
    Brody kept his hands moving, down
her stomach and around to her ass. His mind and heart were in a raging war now.
He sometimes hated the fucking bullshit that came with the club and the life.
    Brody let Heather go and took a
step back.
    “ What ’ s wrong? ” she asked.
    “ I
was going through your shit and you didn ’ t
care. ”
    “ I
have nothing to hide. I ’ m
used to it. ”
    “ Fuck, ” Brody growled. “ Not with me, sweetheart. I don ’ t want that. But I have to have
it that way right now. ”
    “ Brody …”
    “ There
was a bust in town yesterday. Got the club in some hot water. ”
    “ Why? ”
    “ Whatever
you know of us as bikers in leather with mean faces, throw that out the fucking
window. We keep this town running. We keep things even. Quiet. We make sure
people feel safe, but they know we ’ re
watching. It ’ s a balancing
act most of the time. And one thing we don ’ t
stand for is drugs in this town. Anyone who deals … thinks about it … they meet
a quick and early grave. ”
    Brody hated muttering those words
because he feared the reaction from the beautiful, naked woman standing in
front him. When Heather took a step back into the water that rushed down her
face, forcing her to blink fast, he knew that she wasn ’ t exactly innocent in all this.
    “ Goddammit, ” Brody said. “ I need to know everything now,
sweetheart. You can ’ t hold
back and hide. ”
    “ What
are you going to do to me? ” Heather asked. “ Just let me
go then. I won ’ t say a
thing to anyone. ”
    “ You
want to go back to Lyle? Get your face smashed in some more. ”
    “ Fuck
you …”
    Brody reached out and touched
Heather ’ s face. She winced
in pain as his thumb ran over the bump of a purplish bruise. “ Water washes it all away,
sweetheart. I see the truth. ”
    “ Shit. ”
    Heather reached up and tried to
move Brody ’ s hand. He
refused it and pressed his finger harder to the bruise.
    “ Stop, ” Heather yelled.
    “ You ’ re not leaving, ” Brody said.
    “