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He turned his head and looked over at Jess. She had her back to him, but he could see the outline of her body. She’d kicked off the cover of the sleeping bag in the heat, and his eyes strayed down over the curve of her hip.

Shit.

He turned his head and locked his eyes on the underside of the top bunk. He couldn’t allow himself to get any ideas about her and that sweet body of hers. He needed to remember how much she was going to hate him when she found out his club was going to put her in the middle of an alliance with the DKs.

It was a long time before he finally fell asleep.

CHAPTER SIX

Jess awoke when the bunk shook. She opened her eyes to see Ghost standing over her.

“Wake up, Jess. Roll-out’s in ten minutes.”

She frowned up at him, squinting her eyes. “Roll-out?”

“The club is pulling out. Heading home.”

“What time is it?”

“Seven.”

She groaned.

He grinned. “Not a morning person?”

She sat up, rubbing her face. “I need coffee.”

He held out a Styrofoam cup. “Saved you the last of it.”

She looked up at him as she took it. “Oh, God. Thank you.”

He leaned against the top bunk.

“We’re gonna be ridin’ hard today. I want you in the chase van with the prospect.”

She looked up at him, wide-eyed. “Why can’t I ride with you?”

He shook his head. “Can’t take the chance of you being seen on the back of my bike as the club rolls out of town, brat.”

Oh. Right.

“You mean by the Death Heads?” For a moment she’d forgotten that just because Ghost made her feel safe, it didn’t mean she wasn’t still in danger.

“Exactly. You ridin’ in the van is the safest place for you.”

She blew out a breath knowing he was right.

Ghost grinned. “I see you get my point.”

“I get it.”

“Good, then we won’t have any trouble, will we?”

She shook her head. “Nope. You want me in the van, I’m in the van.”

“You always this agreeable in the morning?” he asked with a grin.

She rolled her eyes. “No, but you brought me coffee, so I’m being nice.”


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