Dylan
ASHER HUGGED ME again. I was pretty sure physical contact with an inmate was off limits, but he didn’t seem to care as he pulled me close. I breathed in the clean, spicy scent of him.
“Someone is setting me up,” I whispered.
He smoothed my hair back from my face then pulled my chin up, forcing my gaze on his. “I know, and we’re going to find out who.”
I snorted. “I don’t know how.”
“I’m going to call Mack and see if he can help.”
I frowned. “Who’s Mack?”
“Mack is an attorney who has access to things I don’t.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He sighed.
“Ash,”I pressed. “Why are you being so cagey?”
“Honestly? Mack’s part of a Motorcycle Club, the Dogs of Fire, and that tends to make folks squeamish.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You know bikers? Cool!”
“Okay, that’s notthe reaction I expected.”
“Back home, we’re more like a dirt bike and quads type of town, but a few people had Harleys. Mike Matchum had a Kawasaki, but I don’t think that counts,” I said. “Of course, Lakeview would never have the numbers to make up a biker club. Even if we did, I’m not sure what they’d do. Everyone in the town seems to make their own meth, so running drugs wouldn’t be a viablesource of income. And everyone has their own guns. Hell, any motorcycle club back home would have to drive a hundred miles to the next town just to find enough people to have a turf war..”
Asher chuckled. “The Dogs are a clean club, Dyl. They’re not 1%ers. They don’t run drugs or guns, or engage in turf wars.”
“I had no idea there were clean motorcycle clubs,” I admitted. “I’ll have to ask Addieabout them. She reads MC romance, but I think those are more about alpha males and wild, crazy sex than any sort of club business.”
His eyes darkened. “Alpha males and wild, crazy sex, huh? You’re not into that, too?”
My cheeks heated as I dropped my gaze. It wasn’t like I hadn’t thought about sex. I thought about getting it on with Asher all the time. What I lacked, was the courage to makea move. “Who’s Mack?” I asked in a valiant attempt to change the subject.
