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She wasn't used to the noise. Instead of complaining, she used her need to clean as an excuse to get up.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. No doubt, living behind the clubhouse would be hard for her. There was more activity. Havlin members came and went twenty-four/seven.

"I didn't mean to bother your club with my cleaning." She sighed. "As soon as I get the dust outside instead of inside, I'll keep the door closed." She frowned. "I think I'll drive to the store and get some groceries. If there's time, I'll do some laundry at the laundromat instead of putting it off until Monday night. I hope it's not packed with it being a Saturday. When I stayed in Newport, the weekends were the worst time to do laundry because all campers used the machines."

It was hard to imagine her out on her own. Anything could've happened to her.

Since she'd moved in behind the clubhouse, he'd slept in the van with her instead of bunking inside.

"I have a better idea." He stroked her hair off her cheek, tilted her face, and kissed her lips. "Give me a few minutes to settle things inside, and I'll follow you to the store. Once you're done, I have a better place than the laundromat to wash your clothes."

"The laundromat isn't so bad. It's clean. Some of the ones I've used were awful." She studied him. "You're being serious?"

He nodded.

"Okay." She glanced around the interior of the van. "Let me finish cleaning, and then I'll lock everything down and prepare to travel. Why don't you come in the van with me?"

"Nah." He stepped back and jumped out of the van. "I'll ride my Harley."

He jogged over to Jagger and informed his president about his plans. Maverick walked over as he spoke.

"Since I'm not scheduled to go out until Tuesday, I'll have Cora stay at the house with me." He met Jagger's gaze. "I'm a call away if I'm needed. Just remember that it'll take extra time to have her follow me back to the clubhouse. I don't want to leave her home alone if Los Li is watching us."

Maverick cleared his throat. "I'm not saying Cora's mixed up with Los Li, but yesterday, I noticed her flashing a picture to a customer."

"What kind of picture?" he asked.

"I don't know. I asked Brooke if she'd seen Cora show a photo to customers before, and she had. Often enough, Brooke wasn't concerned about it."

"Does Brooke know what she's doing?" he asked.

Maverick shook his head. "She never considered it strange until I brought it up."

"I'll ask Cora." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe it's for one of the customers. Someone selling a dog or some shit."

"Maybe." Maverick walked away.

For several seconds, Jagger stared at the Sprinter van. "I don't like this."

"Not much we can do until we know more."

Jagger glanced at him. "Wanna go to Mexico?"

He chuckled. It was impossible. Border patrol would stop any Havlin Member at the border. His eighteen-month stint in the state prison for armed robbery prior to joining Havlin kept him within the states.

Cora stepped out of the van and bent over, looking under the rig. He watched her for a minute, figuring out she was prepping the van for the road.

"She's young," muttered Jagger. "What the hell is she doing living on the road by herself?"

He had no answer for his president. For the last few weeks, he'd kept himself occupied by watching her every move and then got caught up having sex with her.

There was no time to waste. He needed the answers about Cora before he brought her back to the clubhouse.

Chapter Ten

THE RUMBLE OF THE HARLEY echoed through the coastal town as Wire led Cora away from the store. She had a hard time keeping her eyes on the road. Her gaze drifted to the back of his leather jacket. Havoc-Lincoln Motorcycle Club—Havlin.

The more time she spent with him, the more she wanted to know what made him the biker he was today. He'd told her that he also worked as an electrician. He had skills and was certified to have his own company.

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