Demon had given her fifteen minutes to get ready. Today, she’d meet the rest of his crew. She wiped her sweaty palms on her shirt, smoothing it down over her hips. I can do this. Heart hammering in her chest, she walked to the door and opened it.“You ready?” With his shades covering his eyes and a white t-shirt spread taut against his muscular frame, Demon was a modern day James Dean.“Y—yes I’m ready.” She nodded.“Good, I hate it when a woman takes forever. The kids are going to be driving with Danielle. So, you’re coming with me.”“I’m sorry, what?” she croaked.He smirked. “Ever been on a chopper?”“A few times. I just wasn’t expecting it.”“Riding in on the back of my bike will warn people off you faster than any word of mouth.”“Oh.”He laughed. “We need to get you up to speed on a few things, sweetheart. It’s been a long time since we had such an innocent among our ranks.”His laughter took years off him. Like this, he was almost approachable.
