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the others, which implied she was in charge. But she could’ve been buried under a pile of napkins and nutshells that littered the place and he still would have noticed her.
    It was her eyes. They were a pale green, with an otherworldly sparkle he could see all the way across the room. Wide and bright on a heart-shaped face.
    His instincts roared to life inside, urging him to… do something.
    Dark mahogany hair tumbled from her crown and pooled around her shoulders, long strands of it getting caught where her shirt stretched across her tits and even longer pieces that flowed on to dance with her waist. Her full pink lips were pursed in sexy contemplation while she scanned the bar, seemingly oblivious to the gawking patrons.
    “Well, fuck a duck and call me stupid,” Rod murmured. “Look at that.”
    He sounded like he was practically drooling, but Aaron couldn’t pull his eyes away from the brunette to check.
    “I call dibs on… well, fuck… none of ‘em I guess. I’ll be too tossed after I finish these beers.”
    “Stop drinking then,” Adam said, fidgeting like ants were crawling his legs.
    “Can’t.” Rod shook his head. “I made a deal with myself to wake up with a hangover in the morning. And you know I don’t go back on my word.”
    “Your liver thanks you.”
    “I know right?” He leaned back just enough to pat the lower right side of his abdomen. “I call it tough love.”
    The brunette and her group moved toward the bar, several regulars gladly giving up their stools to accommodate them.
    “Shiiit,” Rider drawled, knocking back the rest of his drink.
    Aaron ripped his gaze away from the woman to see his friend staring darkly at the bar. “What is it?”
    “That’s them.”
    “Who?”
    “The bike team my uncle told me ‘bout. That one right there is wearing a motocross tank.”
    Aaron spotted the one he was referring to. She had long dirty blond hair and oozed confidence. The kind of woman who knew what she wanted and always got it. And then probably ate the man alive like a black widow when she was done.
    Adam frowned, his glare cutting into Rider. Damn, the term bitter old man came to mind. “Bike team?”
    “They’ll be there Saturday, at the track.”
    “Wa-wa-wa-wait jus a goddamn minute here,” Rod sputtered. “Waldo’s letting ‘em motocross?”
    “Flat track for now,” Rider explained. “Thinks it’ll bring in fresh business.”
    “Yeah, and they’re hot. So. Babes on bikes? Shit yeah, that’ll draw a crowd. Yer uncle’s a smart bizness man.”
    Aaron glanced back to the bar, his mind swirling with information. What he knew, what his instincts told him, mixing with what Rider had added.
    Just then, Annie came through the kitchen door wiping her hands on a towel and smiling big at the brunette that made his heart pound for more reasons than one. Words were exchanged and then Annie glanced at Punk, her expression pinched.
    Because she’d just learned what Aaron knew the second he’d laid eyes on the women.
    They were shifters.

Chapter Four
     
    “What are you drinking?” the small blond who seemed to run things around here asked. But Lexington just stared at her, because she hadn’t answered the question. How could they contact the Dirt Track Dogs?
    “She’ll have a Pink Malibu,” Seraphina said sweetly. “And I’ll take a water if you don’t mind.”
    “Sure thing.” The woman smiled, and even though Lexington’s question had caught her off guard, her expression was genuine. “Anything for the rest of you?”
    “Nothing,” Ragan murmured.
    “Yep,” Sally said. “Give me some Jack. Straight up.”
    The woman nodded. Annie was her name, and she was supposedly mated to one of the dogs but had yet to confirm it. “Coming right up.”
    There was a bit of bustle at the end of the bar near the restrooms, and then Barb’s voice piped up. “Aw, now. You sly dog. You ain’t playing fair. See, there wasn’t a winner really, since I spotted no fewer