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before joining me at the front door.
    "Your folks eat Chinese?" he asked before I had a chance to fully twist the infrequently used deadbolt open.
    "Sorry?" I stilled all movement. There was no way he'd just asked me about my parent's dietary concerns.
    "Can your folks have Chinese food?"
    "Yeah, if it's mostly vegetables and no soy sauce." This was by far the strangest conversation I think I'd ever had with anyone, and the fact that it was with my big boss put it even further into the you're-fucking-kidding-me category.
    "I'll be by on Friday at six with food and a movie."
    "A movie?"
    He was grinning at me again and standing entirely too close for comfort. "I'll have an update on your brother by then. The food and entertainment will help soften the sting if I have bad shit to say."
    "Oh…" His flipping eyes were like laser beams and I couldn't seem to look away. I felt his warm fingers cover mine on the deadbolt as he twisted it easily. The heat of him was like syrup dripping down my side as he leaned closer. I dragged my hand from beneath his and stepped back, shoving my hands into my back pockets. "Yeah. That'd be okay, Mr. Jackson."
    "For this, Dallas, in this I should say, you can call me Trey." His voice was in the lower registers and sexy as hell especially when combined with his full faced smile that exposed his dimples. Devastating dimples that only added another level to the heat he carried.
    "I'll look forward to Friday," he said, with another brief clasp of my shoulder before he wended his way out the front door.
    I stared at the wooden portal a long time after he left, my mind whirling. In the scant time I'd been around him, he didn't fit the image I had in my mind of a biker. Which, I admitted to myself, was by and large because of whispered conversations with my friends in high school. He hadn't been dirty but had smelled clean. There had been no moves to get into my pants and in actuality he'd treated both me and my parents with respect which went directly against what Jenny Talbot had claimed was true about men in motorcycle clubs.
    Trey Jackson confused me and I stood at the door for a good three minutes trying to work out that perplexity before I turned to go strip and remake my father's bed. But my mind wasn't on what I was doing.
    It was filled with red-brown eyes, the best color of brown, as they'd stared into mine making me feel like a girl, a sexy and pretty girl.
    A feeling I hadn't had in a long, long time.

Chapter Four

    Dare pulled into the compound, noticing only a few bikes in the forecourt but knew it would be almost filled within fifteen minutes. The crew worked long and hard at their day jobs but took their club's work even more seriously. Since he'd called an emergency meeting, he knew each and every member would be on sight and on time. He walked up to the bar and saw Carly had taken over Dee's duties.
    "Yo, Huff," he offered, sliding onto the stool next to the huge blonde. "What's doing?" He watched as Carly poured him a very healthy glass of Avion Silver tequila without him even having to ask.
    "Little shit has started getting physical," Huff advised, turning his frosty mug of beer round and round on the coaster. "Hate the first days, man."
    "Physical, how?"
    "Lock came back wearing his dinner. Said he cussed her out, threw the tray at her which prompted her to take his skinny ass down. He's got a new lip twice as big as his old one and possibly a black eye for his trouble." Neither one could help their chuckles.
    Yeah, Lock wouldn't hesitate to retaliate and for a girl she could pack a wallop even by just slapping. He made a mental note to check on the kid after the meeting and ride his ass about getting fucked up by a chick.
    As predicted, the clubhouse filled up fast and Trey was one of the last ones to enter.
    "Dare, you called it so you lead it," Trey yelled to be heard over the noise of the crowd which quieted at the sound of the Prez's voice. Dare waited for the double knock of