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firmer…and the hands were not uncle-like on her waist, but slung low across her hips. Pushing away and looking up she saw the light of humor in the two eyes that stared down at her, smugly.
    Bastard.
    Straightening her back, she glared at Sawyer scornfully, which only made him chuckle but he took the hint and stepped back to take a seat in the booth she’d just finished wiping down.
    “What are you guys doing here?” she asked , finally finding her tongue even though she had a fair idea, now the initial shock had worn off.
    “We came to ask you a favor,” Dog said , easing his big frame down into the booth a lot slower than he once would have.
    “I can’t believe you stooped so low as to get these two to do your dirty work,” she said, sending a glare across at Sawyer, who simply shrugged his shoulders and reached for a menu.
    “Darlin,” Dog cut in, “we get that you’re hurt and a little angry at your dad…but he needs you right now…we all need you.”
    Damn it to hell. She felt her resolve weakening and scrambled to gather it back up around her like a cloak. She couldn’t cave on this. How could she simply wipe ten years of heartache just because two old bikers who once used to let her braid their hair and put makeup on them asked her too? A long sigh escaped and she knew that she’d never be able to deny them.
    As she lifted her gaze and encountered Sawyer’s satisfied grin, she narrowed her gaze and made a silent vow. He may have thought he’d won the battle…maybe he had this time, but no one could make her simply forgive and forget her father’s betrayal—not even these two loveable rouges across from her. After all, they hadn’t sent her away from the only family she’d ever known…that had been all on her father and she was not going to be the pushover she’d been here today where he was concerned. She’d go and see him—but if he thought all it took to wipe away all that hurt was a summons, after a decade of no contact at all, he was about to get a very rude shock.
    “Who are those men?” Sparkles demanded when Sky came to the counter to make their orders up.
    “Old friends,” she said in a clipped tone that she hoped relayed that she had no intention of saying any more than that.
    “I’ve got the police number on speed dial—if they’re not gone as soon as they finish their drinks—I’ll call them.”
    “They’re not going to cause trouble, Spark—” She stopped and cleared her throat quickly, “Mr. Glitter. They’re good guys.”
    “They’re bikers ,” he hissed, keeping a wary eye on the three men across the room.
    “They haven’t done anything wrong. They’re just customers— paying customers ,” she added pointedly as she glanced around at the other empty tables in the diner.
    “Yes, well…we don’t need their kind of patronage in here. This is a quiet diner. We let people like them in and pretty soon they’ll be fighting each other and selling drugs from the booths and destroying the place.”
    Sky grew up with this kind of stereotypical prejudice and remembered how much it had confused her as a small child. The people she knew weren’t the lawless troublemakers that most people saw the minute they caught sight of the tattoos and leather jackets. Looking back though, she realized that there may have been some justification. While she’d been sheltered from the nastier side of the business, as she grew older she realized that her Daddy wasn’t exactly like the other kids’ Dads at school. She was pretty sure the kind of businessman he was, was very different to the kinds of businessmen fathers who turned up on parent days to explain what they did for a job.
    Once she left the club, her grandparents went into detail, explaining exactly what kind of business the Black Mustangs were involved in. It had shocked her to realize her father had been a criminal. Although there was no way he could have possibly done all the things they’d told her he’d been