I made a beeline for the bed, ripping back the covers until the mattress was bare, then scouring every hidden inch, seam, and zipper.
No creepy crawlers.
The place might have been a hole in the wall, but at least it was bug-free.
And I had the foresight to grab a pillow, a few blankets, and a fitted sheet, so I didn’t have to touch the scuzzy hotel bedding.
“Home sweet home, I guess,” I said as I checked out the bathroom. It was full of chipped minty green tile and a matching sink and toilet.
But it actually looked relatively clean. No mold anywhere, at least. The toilet water was a dark blue and the hand soap still had plastic wrap around the neck.
It would have to do.
I left Sugar in the room and went to the van to grab some of our essentials.
It was on my third trip when the sun peeked out from behind a cloud, and a bright light caught my eye.
That’s when I saw them.
A line of motorcycles parked in a lot.
I’d written off the building when I’d first seen it.
It was an old, giant warehouse.
Except it wasn’t just that.
It was a clubhouse.
I’d found my bikers.
Maybe it was time to introduce myself.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Colter
“No shit,” Raff said with a laugh from behind me.
If he hadn’t spoken, I was pretty sure the woman and I would have stood there staring at each other forever.
There was the surprise of it all, sure.
But, fuck, she was even more beautiful in person.
Her dark hair was down this time, but with the sun shining down, it lit the strands of gold. I’d been right about her eyes. Dark. Brown. I could get lost in them for days.
She was dressed in black again. Black jeans and the same black leather jacket with a black bra under a mostly see-through black mesh shirt.
She smelled good too. Like coconut and pineapple.
“Are you on an IV?” she asked.
Damn.
I hadn’t expected that voice, either.
It had a slight huskiness to it. Sexy and sultry without even trying to be.
