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“Well, feel free to look around,” said Gunner.

“I’m looking for something for my old lady. You got a girl or woman that works here who can help me pick something out?”

“Only men work here,” said Razor. “Girls make things difficult.”

The two men frowned, looking at one another and then around at the shop.

“It’s an awfully neat, tidy place for a bunch of big dudes,” laughed one of the men.

“We’re neat, tidy kind of men,” said Skull. “The women’s items are over there.”

“That’s okay. We’ll come back another day with the old ladies. Want to make sure they get what they want, you know how that is.”

None of the men said a word as they watched the two men get on their bikes and leave. They stared at one another, then heard the familiar sound of footsteps softly walking toward the front. When Olive came through the door, they waited for an explanation.

Her face was flushed yet still pale overall. Her hands were trembling and she seemed breathless.

“Olive? You okay, honey?” asked Gunner.

“Yeah. Yeah, fine,” she stammered. “Let me get this box done.”

“Olive,” said Skull reaching for her hand. “You know that you can tell us anything. Anything at all. If you’re in trouble you let us know and we’ll handle it.”

“No. No, it’s all okay. Please. Just let me get back to work.” Skull nodded at her, then turned to the others, pushing them back toward the garage.

“Anybody buy that bullshit?” asked Razor.

“Nope,” said Gunner. “That girl is in trouble. Skull, get the tech boys to follow her phone more closely. If she doesn’t have a tracker, put one in her. Something is bad here. Really bad.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Olive looked at herself in the mirror as she prepared to head to the wedding with the others. She’d intentionally turned her phone off, not wanting to be distracted today. This was Jennifer’s day and she wanted to make sure her friend was the center of attention.

Olive’s name seemed appropriate given the light olive complexion of her skin with just a hint of sun kissed gold. Her eyes were a mesmerizing chocolate brown, her hair a rich mahogany.

She’d chosen a soft sage colored dress to wear to the wedding. Instead of insanely high heels that would only get ruined, sinking into the mud and dirt of the island sanctuary, she chose a gold wedge that served to highlight her lean, muscular legs.

Turning in front of the mirror, she brushed the loose strands artfully around her face, put on the golden earrings that dangled nearly to her shoulders and smiled.

“Well,” she murmured top herself, “you might only be five-feet-three but at least the shoes make you look five-feet-eight.”

She left the garçonnière and walked toward the docks where others were catching boats to the sanctuary. When she arrived, they were instructed to stand for the wedding, no chairs were brought out. It was okay. The wedding was short and Jennifer looked stunning.

As she walked up the dock, she gave a casual wave to one of the regular security guards, Luca Aucoin. He’d worked on the property for years doing odd jobs. But as he got older, he loved working near the animals most of all. She didn’t know a lot about him but she knew if he was here, he was safe.

“Morning, Luca,” she smiled waving at him.

“Morning, Miss Olive. You look beautiful today.” Olive blushed and continued with the others toward the venue. Each person greeted Luca. He was family, just like the rest of them.

She’d barely noticed who was standing around her until she heard a soothing voice.

“What the fuck are those?” whispered Iggy to no one in particular.

“Oh, those are Komoda Dragons,” said a throaty sexy voice. “That’s Oscar, Mabel, Penelope, and Hank. They’re very friendly.”

He stared at the dragons, then turned to say something to the woman next to him. His breath caught in his throat as she smiled up at him.

“I’m Olive. I work at the bike shop with Gunner and Hunter. Jennifer and I grew up together.” She gave him another brilliant smile and he swallowed.