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"Dania is letting me park behind the coffee shop for the summer." She met his gaze. "I've been told there's a dump site two blocks over for RV'ers that I can visit when needed. I'll have all the comforts of a campsite except the trees and mosquitos."

He nodded. She had everything covered.

"I better get going." She yawned. "Big day. Tomorrow will start early."

She stepped into the van. He wanted to keep her behind the clubhouse. Things weren't settled yet. They still had no idea who shot Rush.

"Cora?"

She turned around. "Yeah?"

"Watch your back, babe."

Her gaze softened, and she tilted her head. He turned and walked back to the clubhouse. She was too young to fuck with. He needed to step away.

He wasn't going to get any answers about who was after Rush. Cora moved on. In his opinion, that's what he needed to do, too.

Inside the clubhouse, Jagger sat at the meeting table with a bottle of whiskey in front of him. Wire pulled up a chair and caught the bottle Jagger slid in his direction. Taking a long swig, he let the liquid warm his chest.

"You do know she's our only link to catching who is responsible for shooting Rush." Jagger leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands behind his head. "You're too easy on her."

He took another drink. They could discuss the facts all fucking night, but unless Jagger wanted to set the dragon loose, he wasn't going to get the answers he wanted.

"Keep an eye on her." Jagger reached for the bottle.

Wire slid the alcohol across the surface of the table. "She's going to park behind Whale's Tail and work there for the summer."

"She's gonna stay close to us." Jagger's gaze narrowed. "I don't like it."

He had a hard time accepting whatever Jagger was seeing in a young girl. Cora wasn't the type of woman to hang around someone who attempted to kill another person.

He knew women. Cora was a good girl.

"Do you want me to get rid of her?" Wire wished the whiskey was within his reach because now he needed a drink. Or two.

Jagger stood. "Just watch her."

"I live on the other side of town." As soon as he spoke, he wanted to take it back. "I'll bunk in the clubhouse."

The president of Havlin Motorcycle Club walked away from the table, leaving Wire alone. He wasn't going to let Jagger give the job to someone else.

He didn't want any of his MC brother's watching Cora. Grabbing the bottle, he took another swig. He had a business to run, a woman to tail, and no idea if there was someone out there ready to take down the whole fucking club.

Chapter Five

DANIA WALKED BEHIND Cora. "Can someone take the phone order for me?"

"I will." Brooke handed a drink to Cora. "Can you take this out to the Havlin member?"

"Of course." She scanned the room, stopping at the first sign of black, and found Wire sitting at the table in the corner.

Between Wire and all the other bikers who came into the shop during the day, a Havlin member was always around. She carried the cup across the room and set it on the table.

"Can I get you anything else?" She pulled out her notepad even though she hadn't used it all day.

For some reason, Wire made her nervous. She needed something to hold onto something to keep her hands from shaking.

His gaze dropped to her breasts. "One of those chocolate chip muffins."

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