No.
That was impossible.
They would never love me.
I didn’t want them to.
I was a detective determined to make my mark on the world.
The motorcycle gang they operated created a conflict of interest between our two worlds.
It was better for everyone if I remembered my job and why I’d come here in the first place.
Ash rubbed my shoulders. “Noelle? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Thanks.” I cleared my throat and bent to pick up my shirt and bra.
Our clothes were scattered across the entire room in a vivid display of last night’s activities.
Ash made his way toward the pool tables, gathering his and the other men’s clothes as he walked.
“Looks pretty rough out there.” He nodded toward the windows.
“Yeah.” I sighed and pulled my leggings from beneath the table where we’d played poker. “Too bad. I needed to go to town today.”
“Why?” Ash’s long legs ate up the distance, and his naked body threatened to distract me from my mission.
I didn’t have an excuse ready.
I’d tried to come up with something believable, but everything blurred after last night.
The blanket slid off one shoulder, and I dragged it back up, grasping it beneath my chin to ward off the chill.
“I can think of a lot of things more fun than driving in that.” Rafe appeared from the hallway.
He strolled to the bar and poured a drink.
Bishop walked in next, gave me a lingering look, and grabbed his clothes from Ash.
He didn’t bother putting them on, and the sight of all three of them strolling around casually naked made my pulse race.
Rafe handed Bishop a glass full of amber liquid, and he tossed it back in a single gulp.
“We can keep you occupied until the storm blows over.” His smirk did funny things to my stomach, causing it to flip in a constant loop.
We hadn’t discussed what happened afterward, but apparently, they were not done with me yet.
I held my clothes to my chest. “I didn’t think you’d want me to stay here. I’m just a reporter.”
I almost tripped over the title, and Ash stared hard at me.
He’d been suspicious from the beginning, and if I didn’t watch it, he’d figure out the truth.
“I need to use the bathroom.” What I needed was my phone, and I’d stashed it with my purse in the small bathroom on the other side of the room.
I hurried that way, closed the door behind me, and grabbed my purse from the tiny closet.
There was no way they’d let me leave without a reasonable explanation.
