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really are.”
    The loud rumble of a motorcyclestartled them both. Her head jerked up and her eyes widened at the sight of the immense, chromed-up custom Harley chopper inching its way across the field toward them.
    James followed her gaze and hissed in a breath. “Fuck. It’s Rex. He must have seen your vehicle on the surveillance camera. No one parks on Hades’s turf without getting checked out. You’re damned lucky I recognized your bucket of bolts and found you first. Strip off your clothes.”
    She sucked in a sharp breath. “What?”
    “Strip them off. I can think of only one reason why we would be in the field outside the clubhouse at dusk, and you wouldn’t be dressed like that. Unless you can think of something else, you’d better strip.”
    Lana’s pulse raced. “Maybe we were just talking. Or watching airplanes…and I was cold.”
    His face tightened and she caught a hint of concern in his steady gaze. “He’s already suspicious because I never mentioned you before. We need to do something that will leave him in no doubt you’re mine.”
    A thrill of fear shot through her veins and she slid along the car and away from him. “No. I am not getting naked and having sex in front of Rex. Especially not with you. Not even to save my life.”
    The corners of James’s lips curled into a wry smile. “We don’t need to go that far. I might need to fight him. Can’t do that with my dick hanging out of my pants.”
    “Nice language. Now you even talk like a biker.”
    “I am a biker.”
    Lana rolled her eyes. “You’re a cop, James. It’s written all over you. It’s who you are. It’s part of what I like…liked about you. At the club, I couldn’t decide if you were really a biker or undercover, but seeing you again now, you don’t have to tell me. I know. So don’t insult my intelligence by pretending you’ve had a personality transplant and become the very kind of criminal you’ve spent a lifetime trying to put away.”
    James rubbed the back of his neck and then shifted his weight and sighed. “You’re right. I’m undercover. And you being around the motorcycle club is a significant risk for you, me and my assignment. Once we deal with Rex, you’ll have to drop your case.”
    Before she could refuse, he touched her chin gently until she looked up and gazed into his eyes, softer now, but no less determined.
    “Easier said than done, I know,” he murmured. “We’ll deal with that issue later. Right now, you need an excuse to be here and I’m giving you one. You’ll be safe if Rex understands he can’t touch you.”
    Her heart squeezed. He knew her well, or at the very least he sensed there was something about this case that wouldn’t let her just walk away. Was he purposely making it difficult for her to hate him?
    Eyes still focused on Lana, James jerked his head back toward Rex. “Where is he?”
    “He just parked his motorcycle under the trees. He won’t have a clear view of us until he walks a semicircle.”
    His eyes raked over her flannel- and baggy-jeans-clad body. “Are you wearing anything under your disguise?”
    She gave him a half smile. “Maybe I like to dress this way.”
    He chuckled. “You think I’m going to believe the woman who paraded into Carpe Noctem wearing two strips of barely there, electric-fucking-blue Lycra now dresses like a character from The Big Bang Theory ?”
    Butterflies fluttered in her belly. He remembered what she’d worn the night they met. Did he also remember how she’d offered to take the outfit off to distract him from searching for her hidden camera? Or how he’d made her wear it one night after they’d started dating so he could take her on the kitchen table the way he’d wanted to take her in his office during her interrogation?
    “I’ve got a sports bra and spandex shorts underneath,” she rasped. “Thought I might hit the gym after plane watching, burn off the adrenaline.” Anticipation and dread ratcheted through her