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    her at times, watched her, though as of yet no one had threatened her. She had a feeling it was a good thing she strictly obeyed traffic laws or she would be paying a hell of a lot of fines.
    She was expecting trouble soon, though. She was surprised it hadn't happened yet.
    The police were actually all very polite, cool, and apparently quite dismissive, but she could see the promise in their eyes. Mikayla knew she would never be able to depend on them if she needed protection.
    As she moved around the front of the Jeep, her head lifted at the sound of a motor throbbing up the street. The wicked black Harley was cruising down the street, pulling 24
    attention to the extra tall, broad form of the man riding it.
    His entire face was shielded by a black helmet, but nothing could hide the
    incredible body covered from shoulders to feet in matching black leather.
    It was almost enough to steal her breath. It wasn't every day a woman saw the
    perfect male form, but if this wasn't the perfect male form, then it didn't exist.
    Long muscular legs, broad shoulders, powerful arms, and, if she wasn't very much
    mistaken, a corded, muscular flat stomach beneath the snug black jacket he was wearing.
    Wow.
    She had only seen men like him in magazines.
    If only she had seen him before her life had gone to hell four weeks ago. Before
    she had seen a man murdered and realized that her word meant nothing in the town she had been raised in, the town she loved.
    There were days that she wondered if her life would ever be the same again.
    Nothing seemed to matter anymore but justice. And as her friend Deirdre told her daily, she was searching for justice for someone she didn't even know.
    Or was she?
    There were days she wondered if she wasn't searching for justice for herself as
    well.
    No one believed her. No one believed she had seen Maddix Nelson shoot and kill
    his foreman that evening. Oh, they were nice enough about it. Most people were quite good at patronizing her.
    Perhaps it was someone who resembled him, they said.
    Had Mikayla been drinking? Doing drugs? Those questions had been asked often.
    Her lips tightened as she jerked her attention from the fine specimen on the
    motorcycle and pulled herself into her Jeep.
    She didn't have time for a man. She didn't have time to fantasize or to long for one right now. A man couldn't help her. Until Mikayla found out why everyone was lying to her, no one could help her.
    Because nothing else mattered.
    She wasn't a liar and she wasn't deranged, and it seemed as though it was up to
    her alone to prove it.
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Chapter 2
    Nik tossed the black helmet to the bed before striding to the refrigerator just
    inside the door of his hotel room. The small suite wasn't luxurious but clean and
    comfortable.
    "What have you found?" He turned to Tehya as she watched him from the sofa across the room.
    "Pretty much nothing." She shrugged her slender shoulders as she brushed back her long fiery red hair and watched him with brilliant emerald green eyes. "She's honest, pays her bills on time, never bounces a check, and until four weeks ago devoted herself to the clothing store she owns in town. She's the oldest of four children; her father is considered dependable and honest, as is her entire fucking family. Two of her brothers have had speeding tickets, nothing more. They're your average American family, Nik."
    Tehya shook her head and stared back at him as though confused. "I don't think I've ever investigated anyone without a shady past, secrets, or a blemished reputation. I could be going into shock."
    He grunted at that as he pulled a beer from the fridge and closed the door with a
    snap.
    "Bullshit," he growled. "There has to be more."
    She stared back at him with offended mockery. "I know how to do my job,
    Renegade, and I'm damned good at it. If there was something to find on her, I would have found it. The extremely interesting part here is that there's simply nothing to find."
    Twisting the cap