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She exhaled loudly. "I'll need to talk to Dania. She was kind enough to let me—are you sure I need to move the van?"

He nodded. "I'll tell Dania while you get things ready to roll."

He exited the van and caught Dania outside her car, getting ready to go home. "Do you have a sec?"

"For you? Sure." Dania smiled. "What's up?"

"I'm having Cora move over behind the clubhouse."

"Oh, okay." She glanced over at the van. "Everything okay?"

He looked down and grinned, rocking back on his heels. "I'd like her closer."

"I got you, big guy." Dania laughed softly. "Well, if she needs to move back at any time, she can. I want her through the summer. She's one of the best employees Brooke and I have worked with."

He dipped his chin and backed away. Dania could believe what she wanted about his relationship with Cora if it kept her from knowing the danger knocking on their door.

He hopped into the van. Cora heaved the bed back into a couch. He kicked her extra shoes off to the side.

"What else needs to be moved?" He picked a bowl off the counter and set it in the sink.

She pointed behind him. "Push on the doors where I keep my clothes and make sure I've latched them."

He secured the largest cabinet door.

"I'm not going far. We should be okay if I don't secure everything in the cubbies." Cora sat in the driver's seat. "I just need to put up the stabilizers and put the outside step in." She pushed buttons on the dash.

The van rocked and then stilled.

She looked at him. "Ready?"

He stepped over and sat in the passenger seat. It was sexier than hell, seeing Cora manhandle the rig. Her breasts bounced as she went over the potholes in the back lot and pulled onto the street.

He pointed to where she could park as she pulled behind the clubhouse. The Havlin members loitering behind the building moved out of the way, casting glances between them. Each biker was highly aware of changes happening after receiving the news of the threats toward the club.

Chapter Nine

THE VAN DOOR SLID OPEN, and a broom swung out. Wire stepped around Jagger and squinted from across the parking lot.

"What the hell?" he muttered.

A burst of dust came out of the van and disappeared in the wind. He walked forward. It was the weekend. Cora wasn't due to work at Whale's Tail until Monday.

As he approached the van, he could see Cora's ass in the doorway. She was on her hands and knees with a wet cloth, scrubbing the floor. The harder she scrubbed, the faster her ass wiggled.

Even though he'd had sex with her less than four hours ago before he'd slipped out of her bed and left the van, he wanted her again.

He looked behind him. Several Havlin members looked his way, appreciating the same view he enjoyed.

But Cora couldn't be bending over in front of everyone. Not when he owned what she was showing.

He stepped forward and smacked her ass.

Cora squealed and lunged forward, landing on her hip and looking back at him. "Dude, you scared me to death."

"Good." He blocked the other men's view. "You're supposed to be sleeping. It's your day off."

Her cheeks flushed, and she pushed to her feet, brushing off the back of her bare legs. "I was in bed, listening to the motorcycles, when I noticed dust on the floor. It's crazy how much dust gets in here."

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