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Con to Xavier. “Maybe I should go to baby-sit you two and make sure you don't find yourself on the wrong side of the council?"

     

      "Yeah?” Con drawled lazily. “And who's gonna watch you with our little lamb?"

     

      Jared laughed. “You can watch. I don't care who watches my bobbing white ass while I'm stroking."

     

      "If it's all the same to you, I'd rather watch her ass,” Xavier retorted.

     

      "That's gonna be hard when I've got her on her back howling at the moon,” Con said, grinning.

      * * * *

     

    Although ordinarily grocery shopping was at the very top of Danika's list of things she hated, and she generally made quick work of it, she rolled her buggy back and forth along the aisles of the small grocery store a half a dozen times before she was finally satisfied and headed to the front to check out. It wouldn't have taken nearly as long if she'd remembered the damned list, she thought irritably. Without it, she had to trust her memory, and that was tricky at best, particularly when she was distracted—which she was most of the time.

     

      She was more distracted than usual, listening with half an ear for the sound of motorcycles while she cudgeled her mind for her needs, and then she'd heard them, and that had only made matters worse.

     

      She couldn't decide if Balin had been serious about hanging around or if he'd only said it because he could see how unnerved she was by them. She certainly couldn't think of any reason why they'd want to hang around. Maynard was so far off the beaten track, and so tiny, it barely made it on to the maps. Aside from the fishing at the lake, which supposedly was great and usually attracted a lot of fishermen, the town had absolutely nothing to offer, and the attacks seemed to have dampened the enthusiasm of even the fishermen. Aside from the cabin she'd taken, all of the others were empty and she'd checked, it was a time of the year for game fishing.

     

      She couldn't see any of the biker gang members as fishing enthusiasts, though.

     

      She just hoped Balin had been teasing her and didn't really mean to hang around because there wasn't another place to stay in town except a bed and breakfast and she didn't imagine the woman who ran it would be keen on having a gang of bikers as guests.

     

      Actually, they'd seemed fairly well behaved, now that she thought about it. She hadn't approved of their brand of humor, but, aside from a few off color remarks she'd provoked herself by her comments about wolf mating behavior and a little colorful language, they'd behaved better than she would've expected. They hadn't made any crude propositions—to her or anyone else. They'd been courteous to the waitress. They hadn't even tried to pick a fight with anyone.

     

      Maybe she'd misjudged them? Maybe they weren't as bad as their appearance seemed to suggest?

     

      She shrugged the thought off. Maybe she'd misjudged them and maybe not. Their appearance suggested they were probably very dangerous men. It might be bigotry to judge them on that alone, but it was better than erring on the other side and finding herself in serious trouble—only because, in spite of everything, her hormones had kicked in and she'd found them attractive.

     

      Handsome men did terrible things the same as ugly ones. In fact, she'd be willing to bet they did more because their appearance allowed them more. Look at Ted Bundy! Not that she'd thought he was all that handsome, but he wasn't bad looking either, and he'd obviously had charm working on his side.

     

      It was disconcerting, to say the very least, to discover when she pulled up at her cabin that she had new neighbors.

     

      Xavier, Jared, and Balin, now clean shaven, bathed of road dust, and minus their leathers—minus everything except jeans, were lounging comfortably on the front porch of the cabin directly beside her own.

     

      "Oh shit!” Danika muttered under breath, searching her