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slim-fitting jeans, tired-looking black leather cowboy boots, a turquoise-blue T-shirt with a crisp white jean jacket over it. What little makeup she wore made those incredible eyes pop and didn’t cover up those freckles.
    Tania made some dirty wisecrack, and Jill threw her head back and laughed. That rich silky laugh of hers filled my ears, rippling through me. Her sweet face was relaxed, and her eyes, more blue than gray, gleamed in the light.
    Whir-click.

    I grabbed a bottle of Miner beer from my fridge and drank, savoring the cold brew washing down my dry throat. I tossed my keys, my phone, and my gun on the kitchen counter, and then I drained the bottle. It had been a long day at work, and I was relieved it was finally over.
    The bip bop from my phone went off. I opened my texts and saw Butler’s code for me to call him back.
    Butler had gone nomad last year after he’d been stripped of the presidency of our North Dakota chapter for colluding with a rival club and being totally off his ass on cocaine and whatever else he could find. Out on his own, he’d gotten clean with the help of twelve-step programs and the force of sheer will.
    Over the past year, Butler had been doing freelance bounty-hunting for several clubs that were Jack-friendly all over the country. Our national president had given him permission to do so, loaning him out. But Jump, our chapter president and not a fan of Butler, had no idea. Grace had seen him with the Flames of Hell in Nebraska last year, and he’d asked her to keep it quiet, especially from Jump. She’d shared it with me though, and I’d been in closer touch with him ever since.
    Butler’s ultimate prey was Creeper, a former Jack who had worked with the same rival club as Butler last year but had gone over to their dark side after the dust had settled. He’d shot Butler and my prospect, Dawes, disappeared from the radar, and even kidnapped Jill’s daughter a few months ago in retaliation for an alleged wrong done to him by Becca’s dad, Catch, a Flames of Hell member.
    I opened the bottom drawer and shoved aside the tray of screwdrivers, a small hammer, rope, and plastic ties, sliding out the burner from underneath.
    I hit his number. “Hey.”
    “Creeper’s with the Blades. They got him protected, on lockdown.”
    I drained my bottle. “Prisoner or guest?”
    “Not sure yet. You know how these things go.”
    “Yeah.” I rubbed a hand across my mouth. “Keep me in the loop.”
    “You be ready.”
    “I’m ready,” I said. “By the way, Lock wants in.”
    “You sure about that?”
    “He needs it. I’d like to give it to him.”
    “Let’s give it to him then.”
    “Good. Later.”
    “Later, man.”
    I tossed the burner on the counter. It bounced off my phone, and the screen came to life. My camera was still on. The last photo I had taken appeared in the corner.
    I tapped on it to enlarge it, bracing for what I knew full well would appear on the screen.
    Jill.
    That sensual smile was on her face, hinting at endless silky secrets, and her strawberry-blonde hair was covering one eye while the sunlight created a glow behind her. I enlarged the photo. Her lips were parted, her eyes innocent yet knowing.
    Comfort on the edge. Yeah, that summed her up.
    My pulse raced, my breath grew short. Fuck, what would she feel like under my hands? That pink mouth opening up to mine?
    Unusual streaks of starlight shooting across my black sky—that was what it would be like.
    My blood heated.
    I closed my eyes as my fingers unbuttoned my jeans. My hand dived in and fisted my hardening cock. I opened my eyes, and they landed on her picture.
    I stroked harder, my free hand planted on the counter as I leaned over. My gaze was pinned on her picture, my balls tightening.
    My lips on her pale skin.
    My tongue twisting with hers.
    My hands on her naked flesh, kneading those incredible full tits.
    Jill.
    Her moans bursting between us, making me throb even harder.
    I stroked faster, her