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spoke.
    “Been a long time since I’ve been fishing. Smart of you to stock that pond. I wouldn’t have thought of that,” Crow conceded.
    Really? You just want to talk about fishing? Melissa thought, but saw an in and took it.
    “The pond's perfect for casting a line and I cleared a path that leads right to it.” Melissa answered quickly and worried the ring on the chain around her neck. “There's some chairs out there, too…” Then Melissa paused before she added, “I should probably let you know that the pole that Jett offered you has Mickey Mouse for a reel.”
    Crow went stock still for just a minute. Then he cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth. Melissa had the distinct impression he was hiding a laugh and she didn’t like it.
    Then just as quickly that impression was gone.
    “As long as we’re both real clear on what’s happening and not happening here, you and your boy can stay. I’ ve got to tell you though, I’m not a big fan of being poked in the gut.”
    “No one is,” Melissa agreed readily before she added, “I know that all parents say this, but I have never seen him do anything like that before. I'll have a talk with him.”
    Melissa held her breath while he looked at her for another long minute before saying, “I think you and I will get along just fine, then.”
    Relieved now, Melissa extended her hand to shake his, hoping to hurry him on his way. And then his words hit her like a bucket of water. She pulled her hand back quickly.
    “Get along? We won’t have to worry about getting along, Mr. Mathison. I go to Patrick for anything I need.”
    “Yeah? Well from now on you’ll be coming to me,” Crow told her.
    “Does Patrick know about this?” Melissa asked.
    “He will,” Crow shot back.
    Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.
    When minutes later, she heard the loud, angry roar of a motorcycle’s full throttle, Melissa let out a long, jagged sigh. She headed home with a heavy heart—where men like Crow Mathison went, nothing but trouble ever followed.
    Suddenly, a strong, cool breeze sprang out from out of nowhere.Meliss a’ s eyes followed the path of the gusty wind as it twisted a delicate wind chime until it was hopelessly tangled. She jumped as a loud clap of thunder startled the raven from his home in the old oak tree, and the small gate leading to the pond swung open with a creak of its hinges.
    Melissa quickened her step as the first heavy drops of rain began to fall from what had been a clear blue sky just moments ago.
    The sudden and dramatic change in weather only served to confirmMeliss a’ s worse fears.
    Crow Mathison had not only come to town, but he had brought a storm with him.
    No doubt about it.

Chapter 5
    Crow floored it and headed to the Fallsview chapter of the Hells Saints Brotherhood.
    What the hell had he gotten himself into?
    Melissa Raymoor
    Plain fucking Jane, maybe, with those too-big overalls, those throwback pink wire-rimmed sunglasses and that ridiculous amount of curly dark blond hair that sat on top of her head like an eagle's nest. The woman looked like she needed a good meal too.
    But mousy? Nah. Not when it came down to what mattered. She had stood up to Crow in a way he knew some men wouldn't have had the balls to do.
    “… I know that I shouldn’t be running a business out of rented property without permission, but that is as far as any impropriety goes.”
    Who the fuck talked like that anymore?
    And even though he had flung that insulting insinuation at her about the business, Crow knew the minute he saw Melissa that she was no whore.
    But he had called her out on it anyway.
    He had called her out on it and had made the frightened little mother fight to stay in that shitty little cottage that she had somehow managed to make into a home for herself and her son. He had brought out that pleading sound in her voice.
    Crow had made Melissa fight to stay. And he had gotten off on it.
    Jesus. When