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behind a wheel or a set of handlebars.
    “Thank you,” I said. It was starting to sound like a never-ending refrain, but that didn’t mean it was not worth repeating. Roadrunner was doing more than I could ever ask for. A thousand thank-yous didn’t seem to scratch the surface.
    He looked at me and I saw the dismissal ready to come from his lips, the assurance that I didn’t need to thank him again. Then his face grew so soft, it froze my lungs. “You’re welcome, Firefly.”
    Crap. I was not going to start any waterworks. I held his gaze for a moment, but only that before moving to open my door. Just being back on this land had my emotions swirling around enough. Holding myself together was priority number one.
    While I unlatched my rug rat from her car seat, Roadrunner dashed up the few steps to the porch, then inside. A moment later, he emerged with two more bodies at his back. Both men were ones I recognized. The first was Stone, the Disciples’ President. Stone was the kind of silent, deadly looking giant you might guess was at the helm of a MC. He kept his graying-brown hair cut with military precision, but his beard was not kept with the same care. He was huge, a solid wall of muscle, and he could make even strong men want to run off like frightened kids.
    Of course, he was a lot less intimidating when he was smiling that way. You couldn’t so much see the actual smile beneath his scraggily beard, but the effect was still there in the curve of his mustache and the lines around his eyes.
    Just behind him, with his trademark indecent smirk, was Daz. In a club full of men who weren’t bonded by vows of celibacy by any stretch, Daz still managed to stand out as a man whore. And he reveled in the title. It was in his swagger, in the way everything about his appearance screamed “just fucked”, and the overwhelming innuendos he wove into conversations like prepositions.
    Daz offered me a nod and kept moving to the back of the truck to unload. Stone, however, came right to me.
    It surprised even me when he pulled me into a tight hug. Stone had been around my whole life and I held none of the fear he inspired in most people, but he didn’t tend to be the most touchy-feely of the men I called my uncles.
    “Welcome back,” he said as he stepped away.
    “It’s…” I hesitated. I couldn’t necessarily say it was good to return. If I could help it, I wouldn’t be here at all.
    “It’s alright, you don’t have to front. Weird being here again?” he let me off the hook.
    “Very.”
    “I want you to know we’re working on this,” he said. “I swear to you, we’re going to keep you safe, and we’re going to get this…” he trailed off and eyed Emmy for a moment, “situation sorted.”
    I nodded, not sure what to say. I still only had a vague idea of what the situation was seeing as it was “club business”. In that silence, Emmy decided she’d had enough of being out of the conversation.
    “Hi,” she greeted with a bright smile.
    “Hello, little one,” Stone answered.
    “I’m Emmaline,” she said, extending her hand. How she understood handshakes and introductions was beyond me. Maybe she was watching too much TV.
    Stone did her one better. Reaching out, he turned her hand so the back was facing up and bowed to place a kiss on it. If it weren’t for the gruff biker look winning out, you might have thought he was a prince.
    Emmy giggled, and squealed, “It tickles!”
    Stone smiled as he pulled away. “I’m Stone.”
    Emmy’s hand came back toward us and she laid it over her heart. She was going in for her kill. “I’s so nice to meet you.”
    And another one bites the dust.
    Stone was grinning at her bigger than I had ever seen. Not to be outdone, the king of charm himself came swooping in.
    “Well, hello, pretty lady,” Daz said, flashing her a cheeky smirk.
    For a moment, I could swear Emmy was sizing up the competition. It was as if she could tell Daz was a flirt and was going