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so no one’s uncomfortable,” she said.
    “We ain’t. It’s just somethin’ new, that’s all.” Banger smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
    “What’s going on that brought you here?” Cara asked.
    Banger pointed to Hawk. “Hawk here has had his shop searched a few times, and the fuckin’ badges have come to the clubhouse and tried to pass some bullshit warrants, but Les took care of that.
    “Why have they singled you out? Do you have a record?”
    “He’s on probation for assault,” Banger answered for Hawk.
    “Assault? What went down?”
    “Just a barroom brawl. Nothing big,” Banger said.
    Turning her head, Cara caught Hawk’s eyes. “Is that true? Nothing more than a few punches?”
    Stone-faced, he nodded.
    “Have they come to your home?” she continued.
    Still staring at her, Hawk shook his head. Cara bit her lower lip. Damn, he’s good-looking. His cut revealed geometric and swirled tribal armband tattoos over his muscular biceps. On his left forearm, he bore a tattoo of a fierce-looking hawk, its eyes piercing and intense. Framing the hawk’s orange-yellow beak were sharp, black talons dripping blood. Its vividness was mesmerizing.
    Patches covered his leather cut. There was a diamond-shaped one with the symbol “1%er” on the left side. Hawk’s outstretched legs were tight in his blue jeans, showcasing his muscles. Cara licked her lips and forced herself to turn away. Instead, she focused her attention on Banger, questioning him about various incidents with the cops.
    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hawk staring at her, a smirk on his face. I bet he caught me checking him out.
    Turning toward Hawk, she said, “If the cops come over again, call me right away, okay?” He lifted his chin.
    Banger got up, looking at Cara, and said, “You take care of us and we’ll take care of you. You fuck us and, let’s just say, we ain’t the forgivin’ type.”
    “I’ll do my best with all of your cooperation.” Staring Banger right in the eyes, she tried to prove she wasn’t going to let any of these think-they’re-badass bikers intimidate her. She could hold her own. “I need to know the truth at all times. No secrecy or game-playing. If so, I walk.”
    Hawk sneered. “Yeah, truth all the way, counselor.”
    Banger and Jax walked out. Hawk stayed back and said to Banger, “I’ll catch up with you later.”
    Standing in front of her desk, Cara stiffened when she heard Hawk’s words. The last thing she wanted was for him to loiter around her office. The minute he’d walked in, her body betrayed her. No, she did not want him to hang around.
    “I have to prepare for my afternoon docket, so I can’t chat, you know?” Turning around, she pretended to search for a file on her desk. With shaking hands, she tossed her hair over her shoulder.
    Hawk came up behind Cara and slipped his arm around her waist, drawing her back into him. “You look sexy in your lawyer clothes, baby,” he whispered in her ear. Though she tried to pull away, he held her tight. “Shit, babe, having a lawyer like you makes me want to commit crimes.”
    When he kissed her neck, her stomach flip-flopped and her skin buzzed. Crap, one kiss from Hawk and my body does this. She was so screwed.
    “I saw you checking me out. Fuck, I can’t believe you’re a lawyer, my lawyer. This could be a lot of fun. Never had a lawyer between my sheets.” As he brushed his face against her jaw, Hawk’s stubble prickled her skin.
    Cara squirmed out of his hold and pushed him back. Smiling, he raked his eyes over her body. “Do you moonlight at St. Clair’s Hospital?”
    Reddening, she looked down. “I’m sorry about that. Really, I am. It’s just that I had too much to drink and it was a one-time thing, and I’m so busy with work. I’m sorry.”
    “Yeah, I bet you are.” He stalked after her.
    Cara tried to move behind her desk, but Hawk gripped her arms and pulled her toward him once again. Before she could