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“How?”

“Hell, just by breathing the same air as her.” I’m not about to tell him about the whole bikini encounter. I haven’t breathed a word of that to any of the assholes down at the mill. I’m not sure why, but I don’t want them making crude comments about her.

“You got any pills?”

I look at Bubba. “Might be some Tylenol in the glove box.”

“No, I’m talking about the good stuff. Hell, you’re a biker, ain’t you? You must have access to all kinds of good shit.”

“I’m not getting you drugs, Bubba.”

“Why the hell not? I’m in real pain here.”

“Go to the Doc in the Box then. There’s a 24-hour clinic about three miles from here.”

“Come on. Hook me up, brother.”

I hit the brakes, and he winces in pain, then I turn and glare at him. “First off, I’m not screwing up my probation for your goddamned pulled back. Second, I’m not your fucking brother. You call me that again, you and me are gonna come to blows. Understand?”

“Jesus, Rafe. What the hell are you so pissed about?”

I park and slam the door, stalking off, leaving him moaning in pain.

By now, it's quitting time, and the parking lot is mostly empty except for Bubba’s truck and my bike. I climb on and roar onto the highway, giving the throttle all she’s got, visions filling my head of a pretty blue-eyed girl in a sexy as hell red bikini.

CHAPTER FIVE

Tori—

At lunch, I grab a salad and an apple in the cafeteria and find a table. A couple of other girls sit at the other end, one giving me a smile.

Scrolling through my social media to keep me entertained while I eat, I’m in my own world until a shadow falls over me, and I glance up.

Connor and his two cohorts.Great.

“What, no cheese?” Connor asks. He’s smiling at me, then reaches across to snatch the fruit off my tray. He takes a big bite of the apple, then looks at it. “Just like the Garden of Eden, huh? Eve tempted Adam.”

His friends giggle.

“Go away,” I snap. “I’m not interested. I told you that.”

“I’ll see ya ‘round, little mouse.” He winks and walks away, his buddies trailing after him.

“What the hell is his problem?” I mutter under my breath.

“They’re not nice guys. You’re right to want to stay clear of him,” the girl at the end of the table says. Then she tilts her head. “You know who he is, right?”

“Who is he?”

“His father is Mason Waters.”

She says the name like I’m supposed to recognize it. I stare at her blankly. “Who’s he?”

“You don’t know who Mason Waters is?” the brunette with her asks.

“No. Why?”

“GovernorMason Waters?”

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