“What if she spoke to him on the phone but never met him? Or maybe he gave a fake name to her?” Crow suggests, trying to be the voice of reason.

   “Okay, so there may be an explanation,” I admit, thinking those two ideas over. “But the way she looked at me and avoided any eye contact, come on! That’s the look of someone who knew damn well who I was, and felt guilty about something.”

   I’m sure of it. My gut tells me this woman knows something, and I’m not going to let this go until I know for sure.

   “Okay, babe,” Crow says, taking my hand and pulling me to sit on his lap. “Whatever it is, we’ll find out, okay?”

   Nodding, I rest my head against his shoulder. “It’s just frustrating.”

   “I know,” he says as he rubs my back. “And I understand how much this means to you, okay? We will get to the bottom of it, no matter how many random classes we have to go to. Belly dancing? Cooking? Whatever, we will do it.”

   Laughing, I lift my head. “I love you, you know that?”

   Yeah, I said it first.

   I hadn’t planned on it, but it kind of just came out, and I don’t regret it, because I truly do mean it.

   I’m in love with Crow.

   How couldn’t I be?

   His smile couldn’t be any wider. “I love you too, Bronte. You have no idea.”

   He kisses me, cupping my cheeks with his big hands, bringing me as close to him as I could physically be.

   With my clothes on, anyway.

   “Let’s go to your room,” I say into his ear just as Nadia and Dee walk in, seeing us all over each other and chuckling.

   “So while we’ve been doing all the work, this is what you two love birds have been doing?” Dee asks, clucking his tongue in disapproval. “You both owe me.”

   “We do,” I admit, climbing off Crow’s lap and letting him hide his erection. Pretending I don’t see it standing to attention, all thick, big and hard. “What happened?”

   “We followed her back to her house,” Nadia explains, sitting down on the chair next to Crow. “She didn’t go anywhere else, so there’s nothing fun to report there, but I put a bug in her car. So we’re going to be able to track her movements and listen to any conversations that take place. I’m going to go back to her house tomorrow when she’s teaching her dance class and put a bug in her house, too. I think that’s where we’ll be able to hear all the juicy shit.”

   I clap my hands in excitement. “Holy shit, I didn’t even think of that.”

   Dee turns to Crow. “She has no idea who we are, does she?”

   Crow simply smirks, which means he’s probably thinking that I underestimate them, too. “Thank you, the both of you.”

   “You’re welcome,” Nadia replies, grinning. “This is only the beginning.”

   “Anytime,” Dee says, fist bumping Crow. “Been quiet around here for a bit. I’m actually happy for the action. Anything else you need, give me a buzz.”

   “Thanks again,” I say to both of them.

   Dee winks at me and heads back inside, while Nadia waves and says she will speak to me tomorrow.

   “We’re so lucky to have all of them,” I say, sitting back down on his lap. “And the MC, you really are like a huge, loyal family. I’ve never seen anything like it, especially with people that aren’t related by blood. It’s beautiful. Ride or die.”

   “You’re a part of it now,” Crow replies, placing his palm over my heart. “You have me, which means you have my boys. Whatever you give us, we give back to you tenfold.”

   “Except my body, hopefully,” I tease, arching my brow at him.

   Crow laughs. “Anyone touches you, I will kill them. You are mine. You were made for me, and as long as you want to be here, this is where you’ll be. Right by my side.”

   His words excite me...and turn me on.

   “Okay, now let’s go to bed,” I say, and bite my lip.

   He takes the hint and stands with me in his arms, carrying me to his bedroom, closing the door and then pushing me back against it.

   I never know what he’s going to do, and it’s such a turn-on. There’s no predictability with him. I just know one thing for sure: he’s going to make certain I’m satisfied.

   And as far as I’m concerned, that’s all I need to know.

Chapter Sixteen

   “You look familiar,” one of the customers says to Cam, who is having none of it.

   “I used to do porn, so maybe that’s why,” she replies, flashing him a sarcastic smile and walking away.

   I try to stop myself from laughing, but I can’t. Still, I pull myself together as the man approaches me with some merchandise in his hands. “I’m guessing that’s a no, she doesn’t want to give me her number,” he grumbles, placing the helmet and jacket down on the desk.

   “You should try some new lines,” I suggest, smiling. “But she is seeing someone, so they probably wouldn’t have worked anyway.”

   “Noted,” he replies, nodding. “How about you? Are you single?”

   I blink slowly at the man, any sympathy I have for him being rejected by Cam disappearing. Do men really think women would take them up on an offer of being second place? Surely not.

   “No, I’m not,” I reply, placing his items in a bag. “That will be three hundred and seventy dollars.”

   He pays in cash and leaves without saying anything further, which I appreciate. Cam comes back out, laughing when I tell her what happened.

   “Men are something else.” She smirks, shaking her head. “Lucky Crow isn’t here or he’d be leaving without a limb.”

   “And if Billie was here?” I tease.

   “Probably without one of his nuts.”

   “So you two are all good then?” I pry, sitting back in my seat and wiggling my brows. “Exclusive, even?”

   “Well, we haven’t put a label on it,” she admits, not seeming bothered by that fact. “I don’t know. We’re just having some fun. I’m just going to take it as it comes. Ha, as it comes.”

   “You’re the worst,” I deadpan, just as Nadia steps into the warehouse and beelines for me.

   “Hey, Bronte.”

   “Nadia. What’s up? Is everything okay?” I ask, standing.

   “Everything is fine, I just have some information for you,” she states, handing me a folder. “I typed out some of the conversations I overhead from Jean for you. I think you might find them interesting.”