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expected, his Harley was parked close to the door. She parked her Jeep and stepped into the warm night air. Even at ten in the evening it had to still be in the eighties.
    The music was low and the smoke thick when she opened the doors. Not too many people there at this time of night on a Monday. She ignored the four men playing pool and walked to the back booth where her date waited.
    Not that this was a date. Or maybe it was. She didn’t have any idea. He smiled and slid out of the booth when she reached the table.
    The kiss she received was just shy of erotic and had her toes curling.
    “I’ll get you a drink. What’s your pleasure?”
    She nearly said he was but swallowed it at the last minute. “Light beer on tap.”
    He nodded and guided her to the seat he had just vacated.
    She put her purse against the wall and watched as he walked to the bar. He wore tight black jeans and now that she knew what was under them, her mouth watered for another taste of him.
    He cocked his hip against the bar as he ordered, surveying the room. When two beers were set in front of him, he pulled out his wallet and paid, before turning back to her.
    His white shirt stretched tight against his chest and she had to curl her fingers up to stop herself from reaching out for him. He wasn’t the first good-looking man she’d ever run into or even dated, but there was something about RJ Cross that just sent shivers of need down her spine.
    He plopped the drinks down and joined her in the booth. She shook when he tugged at the bottom of her black skirt.
    “And just what do you have under this?” he whispered in her ear.
    She sent him what she hoped was a sexy grin and reached for her beer.
    “Ah, something to find out later,” he teased.
    If his hand kept going up her thigh, it wouldn’t be much later. She took several large gulps to try to cool her heated body.
    He chuckled and nipped at her ear. “Slow down, honey. I don’t want you too drunk for what I have in mind later.”
    She almost choked on her drink.
    He kissed the side of her neck before leaning back and reaching for his own beer.
    Nikki took a deep breath in relief. She wasn’t too far from jumping him there in the bar and that wouldn’t be good.
    “We need to talk about our brothers,” she told him. She was determined to find some sort of solution.
    He raised his glass and tilted it to her. “You need to convince your brother not to challenge Dylan.”
    “Yeah, why didn’t I think of that?” Nikki rolled her eyes. “It’s not that simple and you know that.”
    He shook his head. “But it is. Dylan was picked by Cameron King. The Pack needs to respect his wishes.”
    “The Pack is worried. They don’t know your brother, your family, or anyone else. They have the right to be concerned,” she shot back.
    “If they believe in Cameron, why are they questioning his choice? I’ve met the man several times and I don’t see him turning his Pack over to someone who will lead them down the wrong road. Do you even know why they don’t accept Dylan?”
    She shook her head.
    “That’s bullshit then. He’s a good man, and he will be a great and fair leader.”
    “He’s new and different.”
    He snorted and took a long drink.
    She didn’t want to fight with RJ but he had to see where they were coming from.
    “So instead of using these last two weeks or even the few months we’ve been here getting to know the future Alpha or asking questions, they come up with a conspiracy to get rid of him.”
    “It’s not a conspiracy,” she argued, even though it did kind of feel that way to her too.
    “They had their time to talk with Cameron. To ask questions. Instead they wait until days before the ceremony before they start speaking about a challenge?”
    Nikki sighed. She could see where RJ was coming from. But that didn’t help. “If Brandon doesn’t challenge then someone else will.”
    With a jerk of his shoulder, RJ sat forward. “Fine, but it’s all