Jackie slowed to a walk. “Maybe you shouldn’t tell James. He might decide to go back. It wasn’t the organization that betrayed him. Just one man.”
“He loves his new work,” Lana said. “He sets his own hours, chooses his own cases and spends all day riding around on his Rocker, dispensing justice biker-style and then meeting up with Ryder for beer and barbeques.”
Her foot slid on the cobblestones and loose gravel bounced off a nearby dumpster and clattered across the alley, the sound ringing in the quiet space. James stopped midstep. Lana and Jackie froze.
For a long moment, he didn’t move. Then his head jerked to the side, his dark hair just brushing over his shoulders. Even in profile his rugged good looks took her breath away.
Lana pulled Jackie into a doorway and held her breath. Her new thigh-high, PVC, stiletto mock police boots were useless for surveillance, but good for getting James off. Nothing turned him on like her dirty-cop outfits and she aimed to please.
She plastered her body against the rough brick wall and breathed in soft, shallow pants. Kind of like sex. She seemed to do a lot of panting around James. But even more talking. His questions never seemed to end. He wanted to know every detail of her life, right down to her favorite color of nail polish and the grades she got in high school.
After one last sweep of the alley, James resumed his march, his long legs eating up the cobblestones until he reached the black metal door inset in the brick wall. He pulled a card from his pocket and ran it through the card reader. The door buzzed open.
“You girls coming or are you just skanking around the alley?” He looked back over his shoulder and grinned.
Damn. Caught. Her surveillance skills were getting rusty. She would need to pick up a few new cases. Motorcycles weren’t cheap and with everyone and their dog now joining the Rogue Riders, she didn’t want to get left behind.
Jackie cleared her throat and swanned across the alley. “For your information, we were not skanking. We happened to be coming up the alley at the same time as you, and I’m meeting Viking Dan here, just in case you were wondering.” She pushed past James and stepped into the stairwell.
Lana made a move to follow her but James held her back.
“You were supposed to be waiting for me.”
Undaunted by his sharp tone, Lana winked. “I have a surprise for you under my dress.”
“What surprise?”
She shrugged off the trench coat she had worn to hide her risqué outfit and spun around.
Silence.
“James?”
“I like it.”
Lana rolled her eyes. “Not the outfit. What’s…or what’s not…underneath.” She flipped up her skirt, giving James a good view of her ass, a lacy black thong and a very bandaged but tattoo-free lower back.
“Christ,” he muttered as he ran his hand gently over the bandage. “What if someone sees you?”
“They’ll think I’m just a normal girl who hurt her back.”
“You’re not a normal girl. Not with that ass.” He ran his hand over her cheek and gave it a squeeze.
“You looking at my ass, Officer Hunter?” She gave him a wiggle and smiled over her shoulder.
“I’m looking,” he said. “And I’m liking what I see.” He slid an arm around her, pulling her into his chest. Lana melted into his warmth and the comfort of his embrace.
“I’m glad it’s gone,” he said, nuzzling her neck. “After I knew what it was, every time I saw it, I wanted to pound on someone.”
“How sweet.”
“Nothing sweet about wanting to rip off a man’s head and stuff his hands down his throat.”
“You keep talking dirty like that and we might not make it down to the club.”
“You keep talking to me in that sexy voice and I promise I’ll have you down in the private members’ area so fast those fuck-me boots won’t even touch the floor.”
Lana bit her lip to repress a giggle. “I thought our plans tonight already didn’t involve my boots touching the floor.”
“Babe?”
“Yeah, James?”
He swept her into his arms and kicked open the door. “They don’t.”
About the Author
Recovering lawyer, karate practitioner and caffeine addict, Sarah Castille worked and traveled abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home near the Canadian Rockies. Her steamy contemporary romantic tales feature blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame them. Visit Sarah at www.sarahcastille.com
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