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I’ll do
what I need to do.”
    He cut the call.
    Mia raked her curls back. “Is everything okay? That sounded
really serious.”
    Garrett turned to her, his brow lined and eyes grave. “I’m
sorry about this. I know I promised to get you back on time, but something’s
come up. I swear you’ll be protected, but we’ve got to go. A lot depends on
it.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I don’t have time to explain right now. Just know that I
swear everything will be all right. Once we’re finished, I’ll take you right
back to the convention.”
    She thought about arguing, but what was the use? Whatever
was going on sounded serious, and if it was really that important, she’d go
along with it. For now. “Okay. Fine. I’ll get to the convention a little late.
I might miss a couple piercings. But you can make that up to me.” She tweaked
his nipple, then turned and hopped atop his bike. “So let’s get moving, biker
boy.”
    Garrett stared at her as if she had two heads, so she
smiled, winked and patted the seat in front of her. “Well, unless you don’t
like being between my thighs. Then I guess you could stand there and stare at
me all day.”
    That got him moving. Two long strides and he’d reached her,
grabbing the hair at the back of her head and kissing her until she was dizzy.
When he finally lifted his head, he grinned.
    “You might get to pierce those after all.”
    They took off on the bike into the blinding morning
sunlight, Mia gripping his abs probably more tightly than she needed to.
    But damn, they felt good.
     
    Garret was uneasy about bringing Mia along, but he didn’t
have a choice. Not only was there a drop scheduled for some time today, someone
had spotted him leaving the street race—with an attractive girl with curly dark
hair and lots of curves. He couldn’t risk the chance that information had
gotten back to Ford. He’d have to keep her close until he was certain Mia was
out of danger. There was a chance Ford was handling this drop himself, and if
they could get evidence, that might be all they needed. She’d be safe then.
    Garrett gripped the handlebars tighter as Mia leaned into
him on the curve. The beautiful woman on the back of this bike had blown his
fucking mind last night. She was so wild, so responsive, so…
    Just the memory made him hard again, but he slammed the lid
shut on that. He had to focus. Distraction caused mistakes, and mistakes got
people killed. He knew that better than anyone.
    The memory sobered his mood quicker than anything else
would, so when the bike rolled into the warehouse, he was calm, cold and ready
to take down Art Ford.
    As Garrett cut the bike’s engine, the sound of the door
trundling down brought his gaze around.
    “Mia,” Garrett said as he helped her off the bike, “this is
Trent.”
    His best friend grinned as he took in the sight of Garrett’s
hand lying possessively on Mia’s hip. “Good to meet you, Mia.”
    “Likewise,” she said, looking around the darkened warehouse.
“So, what exactly are we doing here?”
    “Hoping to get some old business taken care of,” Garrett
said as he looked out the small, grimy window by the door. “We’re clear for the
moment.”
    Trent led them across the wide, empty space of the ground
floor. “There’s a second-floor office that should give us the best view. I’ve
got the equipment up there, but I didn’t have time to set it up before I heard you
coming in.”
    “That’s fine. We can take care of it now.” Garrett followed
Trent up the stairs, trying like hell to focus on the mission at hand and not
remember that Mia was right behind him, her eyes darting back and forth quickly
as she took in everything. She was quick and clever and altogether too sexy to
be near him right now. He couldn’t afford the distraction.
    “Here,” Trent said, moving to the window. Garrett flattened
his body against the wall and peered out.
    “That body shop right there. It’s a big drop.”
    “Big