She was supposed to be in her beautiful home, doing whatever it was she did on her fancy computer system. She wasn’t supposed to be directly confronting their enemy and putting herself in danger. Unfortunately, he couldn’t deny her logic.They knew nothing about the person responsible for setting up the auction. Or even if they were still in Bossier City It was only reasonable to have a backup plan to make sure they could prevent the information from being spread to some unknown buyer.Once he’d managed to gain command of his anger, he followed the scent of primroses to the narrow flight of stairs that led to the garage. Entering the small space, his brows lifted at the sight of the Harley-Davidson Sportster motorcycle.It was a sleek, fast work of art.Just like his Lucie.“Why am I not surprised?” he murmured.Tossing him a helmet, she tugged on her own before she straddled the bike and started the engine with a throaty roar.“Get on,” she commanded.Rage put on his helmet. It wasn’t that he was afraid of an accident.
