Page 24 of Biker's Property

“What else did you see?”

“Murder. Mayhem. What more do you need to know?”

“SLITLICKER,” I whisper. “That’s a place to start.”

I wink at Joslin,but she takes a bite out of her bagel, ignoring my innuendo. I guess the death of a Nazi biker doesn’t exactly set the mood. I take a few more sips of liquor to get over the embarrassment of trying.

Joslin says something that isn’t a strict admonishment for my drinking after that.

“Their organization is based out of Globe. The clubhouse is a secret, but those men are from Globe.”

“Thanks,” I tell her. “The boss will be happy you cooperated.”

“You’re not the boss?”

I laugh. “Do I look like the boss?”

“You’re about 6’5” and you’ve been to prison.”

“Exactly,” I tell her. “Boss never goes to prison. Rule number one of being an outlaw.”

Joslin sighs and rolls her eyes like she doesn’t find my outlaw life very impressive. There is obviously some part of her that appreciates the protection I offer her tiny ass. An eagle could fly off with this woman. I’m still wondering how she got tangled up in this.

“What exactly was your plan, church girl?” I tell her. “Kill your husband and then run off and die in the desert?”

“I already told you my plan,” she says. “It didn’t work.”

“No backups?”

“No backups. This was up to me and God.”

“And God brought you to me?”

She gives me a skeptical look. “I don’t want to put that on him.”

“What’s your plan now that you’re with me?”

“Survive.”

Our eyes meet.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I don’t believe you,” Joslin says. I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with her eyes. Growing up, all the country songs are about blue and green eyed girls, maybe grey if you’re dealing with a real artist. Staring into Joslin’s eyes, I wonder why the hell there aren’t as many songs about deep brown eyes like hers.

“What would make you believe me?”

“Nothing.”

“We’regonna make sure your husband is dead.”

“Sounds like a good way for me to end up in prison,” Joslin says calmly, as if she accepts her fate one way or another.

If I don’t leavewith her now, I don’t know what the hell I’ll do to her. More whiskey in my system and food in my stomach restores some of my reason. But I’m scared of being alone with my horny thoughts and this small woman in a room that centers around a very tempting bed.

I would make love just about anywhere to get my dick in Joslin.

“You won’t endup in prison,” I tell her. “Trust me.”

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