It had a king-sized bed, a small table with two uncomfortable-looking chairs in front of an interior window beside the door. She didn’t like the window, it was a security risk, but Caitlyn felt better for having moved. Not that she’d be letting her guard down, but for tonight this worked. She’d hauled Eli’s box up from the car. Wasn’t about to let it out of her sight until she had a chance to go through it. “What the hell was that all about?” Paul asked as soon as she walked in the door and dropped the box onto the table in front of the window. She’d been hoping he’d be asleep. No such luck. “Back at the bar?” “That was me doing my job. Until you showed up.” He didn’t look convinced. “Were those bikers really going to shoot us over a stupid little pin?” “It’s a matter of honor. That pin represents the entire MC.”
