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talking to. Does he make your heart race? Your stomach flutter? Can he light you on fire with a single look? A single touch? ‘Cos somehow I doubt he could set you on fire with a gas can and a book of matches.”
    Breaking off to take in her friend’s crestfallen face, Lana sighed and scooted closer to lay a hand on her arm. “I know he’s not a bad guy and I know you care about him, sweetie. But I care about you and I don’t want to see you wasting your life, only to turn round and realise it when it’s too late. One question and then I’ll shut up, I promise – you don’t even have to give me an answer. Just think about it ...”
    “What?” Callie asked, resigned to the question she knew Lana would ask anyway – whether she agreed or not. Although, unlike her interviews where she could catch a politician off-guard in a second with a question so far out of the left field, this she could see coming a mile off.
    “Are you in love with him?”
    ***

    CHAPTER 6
    “Shoulda heard him, dude – all that I’m your man crap,” Sam shook his head and laughed as he filled Colton in on what had gone down the day before. The pair were leaning against their parked up bikes in the morning sunshine, having passed each other by chance and pulled over to talk. “Bastard was aiming for confidence – just sounded gay. Tried spinning Will some line about needing to get back to this sexy little blonde waiting for him and I’m thinking shit, he’s into blondes … ”
    Even Colton had to chuckle at that as he watched the passing cars and the people on the sidewalk from behind his shades, not missing anything even as he listened to his brother’s rant over their latest lawyer. He had yet to meet him – and that was probably something this Corsada should be glad of, all things considered.
    Legal representation for the Fallen Brothers was a job with what you might call a higher than usual turnover rate. Last guy to take the position had met Colton. Then he skipped the country. Guy before that went missing, met with an unfortunate fire-related incident and ended up being identified solely by his dental records.
    That was the price you could expect to pay for abusing the privilege of first-hand knowledge when it came to club business.
    “But Will reckons he’s got it under control?” Colton demanded, even though he suspected he’d already have heard about it if the president wasn’t satisfied with how things were progressing.
    “Seems to,” Sam shrugged. “I asked him if the guy’s as good as he says he is.”
    “And?”
    “No one’s as good as he says he is, according to Will. But apparently the bastard’s a real snake. If anyone’s gonna get us clear of this mess, the boss says it’s him.”
    “So what do we do now?”
    “That’s what I said,” Sam grinned, recalling how Will had raised an eyebrow at that very question. The president had reached for a cigar and his Zippo before sparking up and taking a long slow drag, obviously savouring the experience before bl owing out a perfect smoke ring.
    “What the Fallen do best, buddy - what the Fallen do best,” came the answer.
    “You really think getting laid’ll help?” the blonde deadpanned, expecting a laugh from his boss at the joke.
    But all he got was a smirk. “Pretty sure it won’t hurt ...”
    “So Friday’s still a go?” Colton said thoughtfully, mulling that over in his head.
    “Hell yeah,” Sam nodded. “Been a while since we had a real blow-out,” he added, casually dismissing the fact most normal people would have branded any Friday night at the clubhouse a real blow-out . “Can ya believe Paulie’s patching in already? I actually think the little dickhead’s more excited about getting to finally ink that girl of his than about getting his fucking top rocker!”
    “Well, you have been telling the kid she’s fair game until he does.”
    “True,” Sam admitted, with a smirk. “You gonna do the honours?”
    But while Colton did