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“Guess so.” My gaze flicks to Sutton, visible through the window. “Where do you think they’re hauling this stuff?”

“Could be anywhere,” TJ replies.

Billy shrugs. “My dad thinks LA, but Prez isn’t so sure. He thinks that trip Silver made to Vegas has got to be connected, seeing as it happened right before he was murdered.”

“I wonder if he knew what he was getting wrapped up in,” I murmur.

“Probably figured something out. Maybe he talked to the wrong people, and it got him killed.”

“Yeah. I just don’t want it to get any of us killed,” I say. A line is starting to form at the truck again.

“Looks like business is good,” Marcus observes.

“Yeah. Sutton’s been helping me out with posts. She’s really good at it. It’s been getting us a decent crowd of followers. Business increases every day.”

“That’s great,” TJ says.

“I’ve got to get to work, guys.” I stand.

“Sure. No problem.” Billy stands as well.

“You want some food?” I offer.

“Nah, we’ve got to get going,” TJ says, rising himself.

They head to their bikes, but TJ pauses.

“Oh, by the way. Your dad volunteered you to cook for the clubhouse picnic on Saturday.”

My shoulders slump. “Seriously?”

TJ grins and swings his leg over his bike. I climb in the trailer and move next to Sutton, and begin filling orders. We work silently, and it feels good to be next to her.

She catches me staring. “What?”

“You doing anything Saturday?”

CHAPTER NINE

Sutton—

Saturday, when Rafe and I ride up to the clubhouse, there’s already a crowd. I see Kyle’s food truck parked in the lot. Kids run around the picnic tables.

Kyle is busy filling orders.

Rafe parks his bike, and we climb off. The place is packed, lines of bikes and people I know don’t all belong to the club crowding the limited space. I see guys with other patches and a lot of riders with no patches at all.

“I didn’t realize there’d be so many people,” I say.

Rafe takes my helmet and hangs it off his handlebar. “Yeah, a lot of hang-arounds and friends of the club get invited. It’s kind of an open party we have every spring.”

“Kyle wanted me to help him.”

“Make sure he pays you,” Rafe teases with a smile, then pulls me to him for a kiss. “I’ll steal you away for a break in a bit.”

“All right.” I head over, Kyle’s eyes following me through the crowd. When I climb in the back door, he turns.

“Hey. Thanks for helping today.”

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