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“What the hell was that?” Steph asks as soon as we’re both in the car.

“What?”

She grabs my arm, forcing me to look at her. “Girl, I thought your panties were going to ignite when you brushed up against him.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Uh-huh.”

I heave a sigh. “Okay, fine. He was good-looking.”

“Good looking?” She smirks. “He was sex on a stick.”

The smile that curves on my lips is impossible to stop. “He really was, wasn’t he?”

“Yep.” Steph fans her face with her hand. “I should go back in and get his number for you.”

“No,” I blurt, and she stares at me. “I mean, he’s probably not from around here. And I’m not interested in a relationship so getting his number would be stupid.”

“Who said anything about a relationship?”

“Steph, stop,” I plead. “He was hot, and that’s that.” I pull out of the lot and head toward the shopping district. “Let’s just go enjoy the rest of our day off.”

She leans back in her seat with a sigh. “Okay.”

The ten-minute drive is silent except for the racing thoughts in my brain.

Inferno looked so familiar.

I don’t know anyone who even owns a motorcycle, and I certainly don’t know a man named Inferno.

But I know him.

No, I don’t. There’s no way.

There’s always a way.

4

Inferno

“Holy shit!”

I don’t take my eyes off the door at Reaper’s exclamation. Seeing the way Emmaline Daniels tensed when we touched sent a shiver of longing through my system. I know I saw her last night, but she didn’t know I was there, and apparently, that makes a helluva difference.

“Yo, Inferno,” Viking calls, gaining my attention. “Where are you right now?”

Buried between a sexy woman’s thighs.

“I’m right here,” I snap.

“The pictures we were given didn’t do that chick justice,” Reaper comments. “She’s fucking hot.”

That she is.

“She’s a job,” I say dryly.

“So was Makayla,” Viking points out.

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