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He nodded. "Her things are in storage. The units the club owns, so no hurry going through her things. If you ever want anything, contact Hatchet."

"Don't you want some of her belongings?"

He shook his head. "There's nothing I need."

"There are pictures."

"Got a drawer full that mom sent me a few months after I moved here."

"Oh." She sat up in bed. "What are you doing today?"

"I need to work in the parts shop. There's a club meeting at four o'clock."

She walked across the room and hugged him from behind. "I've missed you."

He turned in her arm and held her against his chest. "Want to help in the shop?"

"Sure." She headed toward the shower. "Do you have time for me to make breakfast?"

"Nope." He opened the door. "I'll run down to the coffee shop—"

"I'll grab us drinks and a cinnamon roll. Go ahead and go to work." She gathered her hair on the top of her head. "I want to check on Cora."

"Everything okay between you and her?" He stood in the doorway. "You looked like you were getting along last night."

She nodded. "She's pretty cool."

Jagger's gaze wandered down Katrina's body. "You better shower before I change my mind about working today."

"Well..." She turned and wiggled her ass. "Come and get it."

He groaned and walked out the door. She smiled, turning on the water. A motorcycle club president always had something he had to do around the clubhouse. It made the time she had with him more precious.

A half-hour later, she walked to Whale's Tail Coffee Shop with a gnawing stomach, telling her she could eat two cinnamon rolls.

The driftwood on the door rattled as she walked inside. She waved at Cora behind the counter.

Her aunt groaned. "Why do you look so happy this morning?"

"I take it you have a hangover."

"Headache, nausea, and regrets. I'm never drinking again." Cora grimaced. "Why aren't you suffering?"

She shrugged. "Lucky, I guess."

"Did you come to order coffee or to torment me?"

"Honestly?" She laughed. "Both."

"What can I get you?"

"Two American coffees and two rolls." She pointed to the glass case. "Make that three."

As Cora placed the food in a box, she said, "Wire told me Jagger was unsuccessful finding Ruger."

"Yeah."

"What happens now?"

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