Page 107 of Moon's Promise

Moon met her at the front of the car. Before she could say anything, he lifted the purse she had forgotten in the car. Blushing, she took it from him.

“Thanks,” she mumbled.

“Anytime.” Bending down, he placed a chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth.

As she walked up the driveway, she refused to look back, telling herself she should have shut him down when he had made the move to kiss her. She should have known better than to let Moon talk her into kissing him. How many times had Lana and Priss joked about her having nine lives?

Stupid, stupid woman, she blasted herself.

Curiosity killed the cat.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Walking through the garage at the back of The Last Riders’ factory, Moon waited for Shade to buzz him inside.

Hearing the clink of the steel door being unlocked, he opened the heavy door and went inside, finding Shade sitting at the desk, surrounded by monitors covering every inch of The Last Riders’ property.

“Brah, you look like you need to get some sleep.” Walking closer to the long desk, he saw Shade had spread numerous pictures out. “Still no luck?”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Shade didn’t bother to look up at him. “None.”

Moon sat down in the other computer chair, rolling it closer to the desk to study the pictures. “I don’t get what we’re missing.”

Shade dropped his hands to the armrests, leaning his head back. “I don’t, either. There has to be two working together. One on our end and one in the factory in Ohio. If that’s the case, then how are we not at least catching one of them in the act?”

“Damn.” Moon continued study the pictures, his hand going to his chin to rub his jaw line. “The only suggestion I have is the same one I’ve been advising—shut it down to outside workers and only let the members do the work.”

“Viper doesn’t want to put the workers out of a job. Most of them have families to support.”

“What do you think?”

“What I think doesn’t count. Viper is the decision maker. I agree with you, but I won’t be the one handing out termination notices.”

From the pictures and the videos he had watched repeatedly, there was nothing that stood out which could lead to who was responsible for the thefts in the factory.

“We’ve tried it all, except terminating the employees. They stopped for a couple of months when the brothers started escorting the trucks, and then it started again.”

“Because they found another way to combat that difficulty,” Moon mused out loud.

“Yes, we haven’t figured how they did it in the first place, and now we’re stumped in whatever new method they’re using.” Shade lifted his head. “You haven’t had your head in this for the last couple of months, what’s the sudden turnaround?”

“No turnaround. I never lost my focus, just had to deal with my personal shit first.”

Shade raised an inquiring brow. “How’s that working out for you?”

“Coming along. Could be better, could be worse.”

“You talked to Stud?”

“Had to. I wasn’t going to cause a rift between Viper and Stud unless I had to. It was easier talking to him than starting a war. Besides, I want that fucking bike I ordered from him.”

“He drive a hard bargain?”

“Not too bad.”

Shade’s lips twisted in a sardonic smile. “Could be worse, could be better?”

“Pretty much. I have to be reasonable—don’t argue with Larissa and cut out any show of temper around her. If he hears one word of me not playing by his rules, my ass will be on the line, not the club’s, and hell will freeze over before I get the bike I ordered.”

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