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bunch of bikers who don’t like me very much. Whip thinks I claimed you, and I’m not giving him a chance to test our devotion.”
    “Yeah, about that claiming thing. What the…” Her remark ended in an enraged shriek as Tate grabbed her out of the wrecker cab, slung his arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. He bent his head and whispered into her ear.
    “With me. Right the hell now.”
    By this time, Fred had strolled up with his bag of takeout food, ready to take off with Dace’s car in tow. Tate placed Dace carefully on the asphalt, leaving his arm around her shoulders. As they walked back to her Honda, Tate turned to him and spoke in a low tone to the burly driver.
    “Fred, tow her car to the place she asked and send the bill to the bar. You’ve got a week of dinners coming, all on me. Got it?”
    Giving Tate a glare that would have melted steel, Dace grabbed her tote bag, her backpack and her dead cell phone off the front seat of the Honda, and locked up her car. Tate was behind her, no more than a step away, and when she was done, he took the bags from her hands and slung them over his shoulder. Grabbing her hand, he urged her in the direction of the bar.
    Whip and his crew had already returned to the parking lot, and were preparing to leave. Some of them had climbed on their cycles; the rest were stamping out their cigarettes and draining their beers, dropping the empties in the parking lot. As they powered up one at a time, the night air filled with the thrumming roar of the powerful Harleys.
    As Whip noticed Tate and Dace watching him, he gave them another chin jerk.
    Dace noticed the two younger men who had stayed outside to watch the motorcycles waited until everyone else had mounted up before they climbed on their machines and pulled to the back of the line. Two by two, with Whip alone in front, the men pulled out onto the deserted street and accelerated, the reverberation of the engines echoing off the deserted buildings.
    Tate still had hold of her hand, and they were almost at the door of the bar when Dace pulled back. “Oh, wait. Fred still has my driver’s license and my AAA card. I need those. Hang on, I’ll be right back.”
    She turned and darted back across the street toward Fred’s wrecker.

Chapter Six
    Watching Dace dash across the street as the motorcycles were pulling out of the lot, Tate thought his heart was going to pound out of his chest for the second time that night.
    For a split second he thought about chasing her. Whip was already two blocks away, but there were still several bikers remaining in the parking lot, including the two prospects. They hadn’t pulled out yet because a black pickup truck had backed into a parking place at the lot’s entrance, partially blocking the way out.
    Logically, he reasoned it out. Whip was the immediate threat and he was gone. Not one of his crew would ever try anything without Whip’s permission, so Dace was safe.
    He couldn’t explain why this woman was important to him, or it was so vital to keep her protected; after all, he’d met her for the first time a couple hours ago. She felt right in his arms, like she completed some missing part of him he hadn’t known was gone. Beyond that, she had done something no other woman in his life had ever done, and she did it not once, but twice. She made him laugh so hard he cried. Afterward, it was as if a weight he’d been oblivious to carrying had dissolved in his gut, and he felt lighter, easier in his skin.
    Still, there was one thing he’d learned from his military tours overseas, and that was to trust the tingling sensation in the primitive animal instinct part of his brain screaming beware … That warning had saved him more than once from walking into a FUBAR situation; the kind that sent the remains of his brother soldiers home in body bags.
    That limbic scream was echoing inside his head right now and getting louder. What the fuck…
    He scanned the street again. Dace was