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But he had his doubts the longer she stayed away. She'd been gone for almost two hours. Having a snack and a cup of coffee didn't take long.

"Easy enough to find out." Jagger lifted his chin, looking at the other side of the clubhouse.

Wire followed his president's gaze. Like a kick in the gut, he grunted, unable to breathe or look away. She was like no other woman who hung around the club.

She was five foot six inches tall and built the way he liked women. He'd noticed that right away that morning.

He'd walked out of the coffee shop because his cock was getting hard, just watching her try and ignore him.

She'd failed to hide the looks sent his way. Or maybe she wasn't aware of the interest she gave him. But he'd seen her.

Too curious and too confident for her own good, she'd find herself in trouble around any Havlin members.

He always enjoyed a woman who was more than a handful. More ass. More tits. He loved putting his head on the soft nest of a woman's stomach. There was nothing more sensual than a woman who carried herself like she owned the fucking world.

And that's what Cora was doing.

She sashayed her ass, swung her arms, and stuck her nose high in the air without a worry in the world. She was sexier than fuck. If she took two seconds to look around, she'd find out her life was in danger because five bikers were watching and enjoying her every step.

He'd be all over her if she were one of the women at a club party. And so would every other Havlin member.

"Check out what's going on." Jagger turned away from Cora and looked at Wire. "Innocently seeing a crime committed toward Havlin is one thing. If she got a job down the street, find out why."

"You think she's hooked up with one of our enemies?" he asked.

"I don't believe in coincidences." Jagger walked away. "Rush got shot. She's here. I need answers."

Bane slapped Wire on the back. "Check in with me later and let me know what you find out."

"Hold on a fucking minute." Maverick stepped forward. "My woman is at the coffee shop. I don't want her in the middle of club business. If that chick—"

"Calm down. You can see Cora's not going to hurt anyone. I'll find out why she's trying to stay in Seaglass Cove." Wire held up his hand. "No use blowing up yet."

He left the others and jogged toward the Sprinter van, needing to catch Cora before she shut the door.

"Hey, Cora." He slowed to a walk. "Hang on."

The smile on her face melted. "Give me a few minutes, and then I'll leave. You can have your..." She gazed around. "Parking area back."

"That's not—"

"I never told you how much I appreciate you letting me park here last night." She rubbed her lips together. "I'll admit, the shooting freaked me out. I do hope your friend is okay."

"He's fine," snapped Wire.

"Oh, good. I'm glad." She held up her key fob and pushed the button. "Well, thanks again. I'm going to change my clothes, and then I'll leave."

"Where are you going?"

"I guess you'll find out sooner or later, considering the coffee shop is a few doors down." She slid the van door open and stilled. "I'll be working at Whale's Tail this summer."

"Where are you going to stay?"

She blew out her breath. He held back, seeing the turmoil his questions brought her.

She was young. Someone in her past had taught her the basics. Don't talk to strangers. Don't tell strangers where she lives. Don't tell strangers her name.

Her lips remained pressed together. He slid his hands into his pockets. She could've ended up a statistic if the man responsible for shooting Rush would've decided to get rid of her. Someone needed to take care of her. Where was her fucking family?

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