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the apprehension obvious in my voice.
    "You're not there yet," she told me with a smile. "Let's get started."
    She worked over my entire face, and she'd opened fresh containers of everything she used so that I could take the makeup with me. From poor quality foundation that was a shade too light to cheap, heavy black eyeliner, she filled my head with tips and tricks to make myself look less prosperous and healthy.
    "Just remember," she finished up. "Foundation too light and no concealer for those dark circles, and you're sure to look like you've been partying all night. Oh -- and there's nothing we can do about your teeth that won't be permanent. Drink coffee, and don't whiten them again until you're ready to go back to your original look."
    I looked at myself and I was both delighted and horrified. She and Ben had done a magnificent job. I looked tired, cheap, and like I was trying too hard. It was absolutely perfect. Ben approved and sent me out the door with air kisses in the direction of both cheeks.
    As I headed out the door I checked the time and was surprised to see that the hair and makeup had taken a little longer than I'd expected. It was already three o'clock, and I was about fifteen minutes away from home. I realized that I didn't have any way to get in touch with Moses, so I figured that my best bet was just to hurry. I hoped he wouldn't be too pissed that I was late.
    I pulled into the parking garage and saw a Harley Davidson, but it wasn't the one Moses had ridden the night before. I wasn't sure if perhaps he had another bike, so I parked and hurried upstairs. When I saw him leaning against my front door, I could hardly catch my breath. Good God, he was spectacular. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt that fit him perfectly, skimming over his biceps in a way that concealed very little. His black vest with all of the biker patches looked like it could probably stand up on its own -- like he wore it every waking moment -- and he wore what looked like the same jeans and boots he'd had on the night before.
    "I'm sorry I'm late. The salon took longer than I thought it would."
    Moses looked me up and down, taking in my casual tee and yoga pants and stopping when he got to my hair and makeup. "Well, you sure look different. You're dressed for the gym, but your makeup looks like you're ready to pick up a biker."
    "Well, that's where you come in, my dear. Let me get inside and change, and you can help me pick out the rest of the getup."
    Moses didn't move very far, just stepped back enough that I could barely fit inside the door without brushing up against him. I had the feeling that he was testing me -- unsure of whether or not I could handle this case -- and I decided that I'd just let him carry on. I planned to use our time together to feel him out as well, since I had some serious concern after reading about the rest of the Savage Sons. If Moses was going to be all that stood between me and the criminals he lived with, I needed to be able to trust him. I wasn't quite there yet.
    He followed me inside and closed and locked the door.
    "You're welcome to have a seat. Let me get changed, and I'll be ready shortly."
    "Take your time," he said as he walked over to the back door and looked out onto the balcony. "Any beer in that fridge?"
    I was proud of myself for not rolling my eyes. "Help yourself," I called out as I walked down the hall, and shut the bedroom door behind me.
    "What does one wear to go buy biker clothes?" I wondered aloud as I looked at the clothes neatly hanging in my closet. I peeled off my yoga pants, shucked my tee, and took off my sports bra, throwing them in the dirty clothes hamper. I figured casual and nondescript would be my best bet, so I pulled on a boring nude bra that would be invisible beneath any style of top, and I slipped my jeans on over boring nude underwear. I grabbed a dark gray long-sleeved t-shirt and my North Face jacket since I knew that the bike ride might get cold in the evening.