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with me and I thought he was the sexiest biker on two legs. Next thing I knew, he’d hauled ass out of town shortly after the news broke that my father would have to relinquish him as a member of the Demon’s Bastards.
    Certain allegiances existed to align himself with the Saints; and though I had no idea what they were, I knew Trey hurt. How could he not when he was torn from his brothers and given a new, ready-made family?
    I tried to calm down as I lifted my smart phone and placed the call to Trey’s phone. I could only hope he had the same number if nothing else.
    “Hello?” Trey answered after a few rings.
    “Hey, stranger. It’s Kyra. How’re you doin’?”
    How could I take on some of the most complicated cases yet be a complete and utter dolt when it came to addressing this man in simple conversation?
    “Nothing much, babe. Just working on a Harley down at the garage. What’s up? You never call me outta the blue. Did somethin’ happen? Brooklyn change his motherfuckin’ mind and decide I’m the one who shot him?” he asked as I heard him light a cigarette and drag from it. “No, it’s nothing like that but I do have to meet with you,” I responded, keeping my tone calm and even. It was the exact opposite of what my heart was doing to my chest, thundering against my ribcage like it was looking for a means of escape.
    “I’m busy, Kyra. If it doesn’t have to do with my case then why do you wanna see me? I’m tired of the motherfuckin’ games women play. I had a good a woman and now, she’s dead. So, tell me what you need to say.”
    “I can’t, not over the phone.” I paused, trying to slow my heartbeat. “Can I come to the compound ASAP? I should be there in about a half an hour.”
    Trey was silent on his end for a moment before he said, “Yeah, sure. Just let one of the boys know when you’re here and I can meet you near the playground. Sound okay?”
    “Yes. Thank you.” I smiled again before I put everything away, tidied my desk and strode out of the office.
    My day had, officially, just gone from weird to worse.

     

     

     
    I arrived at the Saints clubhouse with time to spare.
    Two prospects guarded the formidable looking gate and allowed me to pass as soon as I pulled out my identification.
    After parking my car, I walked toward the garage bays but made sure I stayed clear of them due to OSHA regulations.
    I second-guessed my attire, which consisted of a coral wool shift dress, black knee-length leather boots with four-inch heels, and black scarf. It was professional enough but the dress was plain and didn’t show off any of my assets.
    Not that I was sure I should even care what I looked like. I wasn’t there on a social call. I had specific information to unleash on Trey that could possibly leave him feeling devastated beyond belief.
    Trey walked toward me, cleaning dirt and grime from under his fingernails with a clean rag. After he finished, he stuffed the rag into his back pocket and stared at me with deep, penetrating eyes.
    He looked hot and sexy as hell as always. His bright hazel-green eyes, the same color as his mother’s, lightly tanned skin, and masculine beautiful face was enough to make my heart beat faster. I could admit how attractive he was, but it’d come in the form of heart palpitations and my fair skin infused with color as opposed to moisture pooling in intimate places. Fortunately, I stopped suffering from that panty-wetting habit in my mid-twenties.
    “Fancy seeing you again so soon. What do you want from me, Kyra? Does this have anything to do with Jonesy?”
    I shook my head, unable to speak as my mouth filled with cotton balls, and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. I suddenly felt like that silly, awkward teenager with long, stringy carrot-red hair and braces. Yeah, Trey had a way of making most women feel like putty in his hands, me included.
    “It’s something personal. Is there somewhere private we can speak freely?”
    Trey laughed