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Didn’t mean I liked it,though.

“Wait until you’re outside before breaking anything.” Jerimiah chuckled, his head looking down at a clipboard of paper in front of the town drunk handcuffed to thebench.

“I’m not going to break anything,” I growled, although smashing someone’s face in, preferably a Black Jack’s, would feel good right about now. I’d settle for giving Jax a few bruises, though, if he werearound.

“Give the girl a little more faith,” the sheriff scoffed, enjoying my obvious anxiety about the fact this plan could go drastically wrong. “She’s a sharp one. She’llbefine.”

“She was stabbed only a few weeks ago,” Igrumbledback.

“So, she’s mostly healed, then?” He passed the clipboard to the receptionist, glaring at me, and used his other hand to clap me on the shoulder. “So long as you’ve got it all under control, she’llbefine.”

“There’s no such thing as controlling Anna,” I retorted and sighed, pulling my Harley keys out of my jean pockets. “Anyway, keep an eye out tomorrow. If you hearanything—”

“Yes, I know. If it’s you guys, I’ll look the other way,” Jerimiah grumbled, shoving me toward the door. “Now, get going before said woman comes after you. I respect the girl, don’t get me wrong, but she’s still ahandful.”

“Thanks, Jerimiah,” I said. The man was a pain in my ass, but I didn’tdislikehim.

“That’s Sheriff to you, boy,” he growled at me, and I realized this must be how Hunter felt every time I referred to him asaboy.

I chuckled, opening the sheriff department’s door, and strolled out into the chilling weather, the cold of winter now setting in on our little town. It doesn’t snow where we live, in the middle of Oregon, but even in early November, the dip in the heat made a noticeabledifference.

I came down the steps, looking up to see Jax’s bike parked next to myFatBoy.

I didn’t have even a moment to be confused as to why it was abandoned there when Jax appeared from round the corner of the building next to me, his hands tightening the skinny belt around hiswaist.

“Prez,” Jax smirked, unabashed in the slightest having been caught taking a piss behind the policestation.

“You can’t just use the toilets inside like everybody else?” I grumbled, looking at the wild man, his black hair in a nest on top of his head from where he’d forgone a helmet yetagain.

“You really think Jane would let me two steps through those doors before having me thrown in one of the cells?” Jax laughed, knowing all too well how much the receptionist hated him. She would have him buried six feet under if she ever had the chance to put his flirtacious trouble-causing asstorest.

I shook my head, deciding that conversation was best left alone and travel down towards our bikes. Jax sunk his waist down into his seat first, his lean body fitting snug on his slimmachine.

“You talk to Jerimiah?” he asked, leaning back in his seat, soaking up the limited warmth ofthesun.

“Yeah.” I dropped down onto my Fat Boy, slipping the key into the ignition. “What are you doing here -aside from stopping for apiss,then?”

“Finished up at the farm with Mr. Jenkins and saw your bike. Figured I’d ride back with you,” he offered, running a hand through his unruly,darkhair.

“Anna put you up to it?” I interpreted, pausing before turning on theengine.

“Lamb.” Jax chuckled. “Got drunk and lost a bet. He figured letting you get one or two in would make you feelbetter.”

I chuckled. Lamb knewmewell.

“Nah.” I shrugged. “It’s not fun if you’re upforit.”

“Never said I’d just stand there.” Jax flashed me a wicked grin, daring me to pick a fight with the little bastard. I had strength in my size and a hell of a lot more experience, but Jax was a dirty fighter and his little tricks pissed me off just as much as they hurt, which wasalot.

“Not today,” I grumbled, shakingmyhead.

“I think this is the easiest I’ve ever gotten off on one of Lamb’s favors,” he said, making air quotes around the word “favors.” I knew exactly what it meant, but I had warned the brothers against Lamb. If they didn’t take my advice, then whatever they had to do wasonthem.

I rolled my eyes as I turned the key to fire up myengine.

Only itdidn’t.

“Something wrong?” Jax frowned, watching as I turned my key over and over again but nothinghappened.

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