Page 14 of My Biker

“Sometimes the bad guys seem good at first.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Then I guess you are just going to have to stick around and find out if I’m good or bad.”

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Chapter Five

Sloane

How did I get here?

Honestly.

I was not the girl who hung out at the bar and caught the eye of the hot group of guys.

And to top it all off, the hottest guy was sitting next to me willingly. FLIRTING WITH ME!

“Well, Dove and I are only here until Monday, and then it’s back to reality.” A reality that did not have hot bikers in it. Or really any type of fun.

“More book stuff tomorrow?” Aero asked.

I shook my head. “No. All the book stuff is over. We just decided to stay an extra day to relax. We figured we might as well treat this like a vacation.”

“Just where are you two from?” Aero asked. “This place is pretty fucking cool, but I don’t think a ton of people would pick this as their first choice for a vacation, though that might be because I’m from Texas. It’s my home, not a vacation spot.”

“Uh, the Arkansas side of Texarkana.”

“No shit,” he laughed. “Well, then, I guess maybe this could be a vacation spot for you.”

“Where are you guys from?” I asked. I hadn’t been able to look at the patch on his back to see where his club was located.

“Mt. Pleasant.”

Well, that was not what I expected him to say. Mt. Pleasant was only an hour away from Texarkana. I thought for sure they were from the Houston or even the Dallas area. “What are you doing here?” I asked. A resort-like this was not where a motorcycle club normally hung out.

“We had a charity run and decided to spend the night here before heading back tomorrow.”

“I bet you guys were pretty surprised when you saw there was a book signing going on.”

Aero chuckled. “Yeah, you could say that. Though none of us really knew what the hell was going on.”

“And for it to be an MC signing to boot is such a huge coincidence.”

Aero nodded.

“Kind of got me looking to see if any mafia guys are running around, too, since you guys are here,” I joked.

“Probably are, babe. Not like they run around with signs around their necks saying they are in the mafia.”

“You mean like having a patch on their back saying who they are and where they are from?” I joked.

He tipped his head. “You got me there, babe. I guess we could have taken our cuts off, but we’re not ashamed of who we are. The Iron Fiends are a well-known and respected club in Texas.”

“Nah, everyone still would have known you were an MC. You have that look to you.” I swiped the last bite of my mozzarella stick through the marinara and popped it into my mouth. “Wild and carefree.”

“I thought you were going to say dirty and unkempt.”

I scoffed and shook my head. “Hardly.” Trust me, Aero looked anything but dirty and unkempt.

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