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rang a bit hollow, and Dave gulped as though he realized it. He turned in his seat a little as he cast about for a way to change the subject. “Oh look, Nathan and the guys are back!”
    The vice president of the club had just entered the door, sweaty, dusty, and looking like he needed a drink more than anything else in the world. I started pouring beers for the men before they could even signal over to me.

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    The next morning I seriously considered just staying in bed. I had ducked out last night before the bar closed, unable to bear the sight of Jed and Kat laughing away in the corner anymore. Nathan had taken one look at my face and taken over at the bar, shooing me out more like an old auntie rather than the crusty old biker that he was. His stock rose considerably higher in my books with that move.
    The hungry, horny, sexual fire that had consumed me with need for the past few weeks had been doused. All I had wanted was to get into Jed’s pants, but that seemed like less of a possibility than ever before. Kat and him meshed so well that I couldn’t dream of being able to turn him back to me.
    My dedicated career-driven mind wouldn’t let me be a delinquent when there was still a ton of work to do, and so I muddled my way through my morning run and the rest of my routine. I decided to walk to the clubhouse, and tried to convince myself that it was because I needed the exercise rather than the truth; I want to delay getting there and seeing Jed and Kat’s relationship blossom in front of my very own eyes.
    Every day for the past three weeks had consisted of one of two things - either working on the renovations to the Devil’s Roost or digging through the mounds of notebooks and junk in Frank’s old office in the clubhouse. We searched for clues of what he was up to while in charge of the motorcycle club. Now that the bar was reopened, more time could be dedicated to the task of figuring out the club’s next move. It was difficult to hunt down criminals and set up a bust if you didn’t even know who you were supposed to be planning to take down.
    It was strange that no one had contacted Jed yet; as the new president of the club and with Frank first incarcerated and now dead all of the old business relationships should have fallen to Jed. It was as if Frank hadn’t been doing anything illicit at all.
    When I turned the corner and walked the final approach up to the chop shop that served as the club’s headquarters, I saw Nightshade and Kat’s bike parked side by side. My heart clenched painfully and I had to forcefully blink tears out of my eyes as they welled up.
    I am not a pansy. I am a strong, career woman. A federal agent. I do not do this bullshit!
    The pep talk helped, and I managed to regain some control over myself and my emotions before I got to the open garage doors.
    A handful of club members sat around in the garage. Two of them - Zach and Dave - were working on a bike while the others looked on and offered crass advice.
    “Come on Zach, you’re supposed to treat it like a lady, not a fucking animal!” shouted one of the older men as the boy dropped a part. It clattered on the ground and he flushed bright pink as the sound echoed through the open space. The rest of the men laughed at the expense of the new member.
    “Ah, leave him alone, Tim. Like you would know what treating a lady looks like.” My voice cut through the laughter and left jeers in its wake as the guys turned in a flash on their compatriot.
    “Oh hey Leslie,” Tim said easily. “One of these days you won’t look askance at my proposals, and then I will have the experience I so desperately desire.” I had been startled at how eloquent the old biker could be when he wanted to when I first started to chat with him. He read books with a voracious appetite and had no embarrassment about it whatsoever. Whenever one of the boys tried making fun of him for it he worked circles around them with his wit.
    He had no shame, and