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Copyright: Sept. 14, 2014
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Romance about Biker MC and a gun runner.
Annie Calder just wants out. Convinced by her mother to do one last job, she's not happy when she ends up stranded in the middle of nowhere. Cursing her luck, she isn't prepared for the sexy tattooed biker who rescues her. Will her secrets cost her everything, or will she escape with the life she's always wanted?
Jake "Tank" Hadley was looking for a little information. Instead, he finds a smart mouthed woman who doesn't know how to say thank you. Only he's still dying to hold her, but will her secrets tear them apart. Or is he just the man to handle them and her?
Excerpt
Chapter 1
Annie Calder kicked the tire, yelping in pain. “Ow, ow, ow…Shit.”
That had been a stupid thing to do, she thought. Now, she wasn’t just stranded. She was stranded, with a broken foot. She hopped up and down for a few minutes till the pain subsided, then walked it off. She was so pissed right now, at herself and at that stupid van. Why, why, why had she allowed her mother to talk her into this?
“Just one more job.” She’d said “It will be easy.” She’d said. Yeah right, that was just a crock of shit. And she’d bought it hook, line and sinker.
She could not believe that this piece of crap, she thought, glaring at the van, had broken down on her. Could it do it in the town she had passed through about two hours ago? Nooo, it had waited until she was in the middle of nowhere.
Stupid freaking van! Why had she let her mother talk her into this, she’d had a plan. She continued her inner tirade, glaring at the van, which smoked.
Why the hell hadn’t she stuck to the plan? Walk in, tell her mother she quit, walk out. Simple right? Nope, instead she’d allowed her mother to guilt her into doing this one last job. Everything had seem easy and straight forward, until yesterday. She’d been on the road three days with no trouble, then yesterday her cell phone broke, and today the van decided to die on her nearly two hundred miles from her destination.
She growled curses at the van, pissed that she had allowed her mother to convince her to do this job. Annie had even left six days early just to get this job over with because then she was free. Only now she was on the side of the road, stranded in the middle of nowhere, without a freaking cell phone. Her life never got any easier, it was one bad day after another. Deciding that she needed to walk to the nearest town, she sighed.
She’d seen a sign not even two miles ago that had said it was the turn off leading to a town called Devils Falls. Her friend, Katie from the raceway in Millrun, lived in Devils Falls. Katie was actually one of the few people who knew about her mother’s business. Annie was sure that her friend would help her if she didn’t pass out in this heat trying to get to her.
Katie had found out by accident four years ago about her mother’s business. She’d taken it well and hadn’t seemed to care who Annie’s mother was. Katie had been sixteen when she’d started racing at Millrun. Annie had been eighteen, and she’d already been addicted to racing by then. She’d met Katie, who’d won the race against her, which had never happened before. They’d talked and somehow become friends.
Annie had even been invited to her wedding in a few weeks, and had made plans to go. It was part of the reason she’d left early to get this job out of the way, and find somewhere to live before she attended the wedding. She knew that Katie would help her, if she managed to get there without dying from how out of shape she was.
She reached inside the driver’s side of the van getting her purse. She looked down at her too wide hips and her giant thighs encased in black slacks with dismay. This was going to be hell, she thought. She really needed to stop saying she was going to lose weight and actually do it. Moving around the van she opened the back door climbing inside to seal the vault. The van looked like any other on the surface, but it had secrets, like Annie did. She reached the panel beside the back doors and placed her thumb on the thumb scanner hidden under the counter. It beeped letting her know that it was secured. Now, only her thumb print could open it.
Getting out, Annie secured the lock on the doors after grabbing the two water bottles she’d grabbed at the store two hours ago. It was a damned good thing she’d bought them too, otherwise she’d likely have never made it anywhere in this heat.
Damn, it’s freaking hot out here, she thought, looking up at the sun. Almost blinding herself, she was the queen of good ideas today wasn’t she, she asked herself. Then she began walking back towards the road sign she’d passed that had said it led to the turn off to Devils Falls. Hoping it wasn’t twenty miles, or some other crazy amount down that road too.
She was twenty five, and she should really not still be doing shit like this job. What the heck had she been thinking? She hadn’t been, that was the only explanation. Next time, she was sticking to the plan.
Having walked for what seemed like forever in the hot sun, she looked back to find that she’d only gone about two hundred yards. Groaning in dismay, she took out the water. She drank a large swig, then wiped her sweaty brow. This was such a horrid day. Not as bad as that one two years ago when she’d been kidnapped by the biker gang though. Nope, now that had really been a shitty day. She wasn’t completely sure that her mother would have even bothered to pay her ransom if it hadn’t been for the codes to the warehouse that she’d memorized. Not that her mother was a bad mother, she wasn’t.
She just wasn’t as maternal as most normal mothers were. Her mother loved her sure, but she also loved the business she’d built from nothing so much more. Her mother wasn’t really around much when Annie had been growing up, and her father had been nothing more than a one night stand. Her mother had met him in a bar, and pow she was pregnant with Annie. Annie had been raised by the men her mother trusted. Her ‘boys’. They were her older brothers, she supposed.
Annie knew that her mother wasn’t the stay at home and nurture kind nope, she was the shoot you and ask questions later type. She didn’t need a man to complete her, she just needed her wild life and she was happy. Not Annie though, Annie wanted to find a stable life, somewhere she could put down roots. She was tired of living from a suit case moving from town to town in a modified sleeper van. She just wanted a little cabin in the woods, and a garden. She’d always wanted a garden, she thought wiping her brow again. Dang, she was going to smell ripe by the time she got to Devils Falls, she thought in dismay. She was sweating like a pig. Ha, she was as big as one. She was a size sixteen most of the time, eighteen sometimes if she was bloated.
She just wished that she’d gone on that diet she’d said she was going to. Of course, if she kept walking in this heat she may melt anyway. Sighing, she wondered if she’d pass out before she made it to Devils Falls. That sign in the distance seemed to be moving further away not closer.
Jake “Tank” Hadley had been having a shitty day. It had started with Duck smacking his head, again. That rat bastard was always doing that shit, and if he wasn’t sure that the man was crazy he would have decked him by now. It had only gotten worse since Bone had become so distracted with Molly. Not that he could blame the man, Molly was hot. Although, he was starting to think that Bone was getting a sick pleasure from watching the show.
Hoping to repair the bad start to his day, he’d gone out to meet with one of his contacts. Only the man he was meeting had never shown. This was normally Tiny’s bag of tricks, but lately the man had been opting to stay home. Tank couldn’t blame the man for that with a woman like Racheal in his bed. Not that Tiny wouldn’t put the club first if it was important, but this was just a bit of Intel they were kinda interested in. Not Intel that the needed.
Tank had tried calling his contact an hour ago and gotten no answer. He’d waited at the bar now for an extra two hours, hoping the man would show. He was pretty sure that the man was likely dead. Not that he really cared, the man was an asshole, but he’d was good at getting the information the club needed. Tank was just pissed that he’d sat in this damned bar all fucking day. He had a million things to do, and sitting here wasn’t getting any of it done. It was frustrating to know that today was wasted because some dumb ass couldn’t stay alive.
“Hey, Tank, want ‘nother beer?” Zeke, the bar keep, asked.
“Nah, I’m out of here.” Tank barked, getting up and heading outside.
He knew why he was in a bad mood, Doc had convinced him last week to stop smoking. It was not going well. On days like today it was making him fucking nuts. He felt like he was crawling out of his own skin. Fuck. Why the hell had he let the man talk him into this dumb idea again?
Wait, oh yeah. It was because Doc didn’t have the drugs to treat lung cancer. Shit, maybe he should just ride to the damned city and get some, it would be easier than quitting he was sure. As he climbed onto the Harley, he decided, he was hungry. He wanted something besides the peanuts he’d been eating at the bar, so he headed over to the diner that was a little over a mile away.
He was so fucking tired, and he missed having Bone with him on runs like this one. Bone was more likely to stick around Devils Falls now that he had Molly. Again, not that Tank blamed him. If he had Molly, he’d stick around too. It was hard for Tank, though. He’d been searching for the right woman for too many years to count, and those two buffoons hadn’t even been looking. Now, he was pretty sure that she wasn’t even out there. He was thirty four, and he still hadn’t found her. He loved being a part of the MC, but they didn’t keep him warm at night.
Well, the sweet butts did, but he didn’t want long term with any of those girls. Shared pussy had never been his thing. He was definitely not into that, he had a problem with sharing. When a woman was his, he wanted to keep her to himself.
He was not sure how the hell Torch did it with Ida. Of course, Ida hadn’t been with many men in the club, but Tank wasn’t sure he could have handled his old lady having been with any man in the club before him. They were his brothers and that should make any woman they’d slept with off limits, unless she was a sweetbutt. Sweetbutt’s weren’t for relationships. Although, most of them knew this, a few sometimes got ideas. Tiny had that problem with that bitch, Tessa. She’d caused a bit of trouble with Racheal, Tiny’s old lady about two years ago. He was damned glad he’d only fucked the girl once, she was a crazy bitch.
He entered the diner, sitting down near the window to keep an eye on his bike. He didn’t fucking trust the people in this town. It was on the edge of their territory, and sometimes people here got stupid.
He really needed to get laid, holding out for ‘the one’ was making him cranky as fuck. Maybe when he got back this afternoon, he would find a cute sweetbutt to ride his pogo stick. He leaned back in the booth waiting for the waitress to come and take his order. Fuck, maybe he needed to ride out of town after that fuck because he was tired and the shit going on was getting deep. He needed a fucking break.
He ordered a burger and a milk shake. It didn’t take him long to eat and as he stood throwing some credits on the table, a woman approached him. She was cute, a red head with nice tits. He watched her come closer, then she whispered as she went by.
“Meet me out back.” Then she rushed by, exiting the diner.
Tank debated, should he take the woman up on her offer, or wait till he got back to Devils Falls. He wasn’t sure that she wasn’t setting him up, but he decided to take a chance. It wouldn’t be the first time some chick had just wanted bragging rights about sleeping with a Red Devil. He might as well chance it. He walked out heading to the alley behind the diner, his hand resting on his gun, just in case. He saw the woman in the corner of the building looking around. Fuck, she must be married or something. He really hated fucking some poor shmucks woman.
As he neared, he was surprised when she demanded, “Were you followed?”
“Um…no. I don’t really like screwing around with married women, so if that’s why you’re acting like a basket case, let’s just forget this.” Tank told the woman who just looked at him. Her brow furrowed, and she looked confused. Great, she was stupid as well. Damn, this day was so far in the shitter there was no saving it. He was about to tell her he wasn’t interested when she growled.
“What! That’s not why I wanted to bring you back here. I don’t want to screw you, you’re a fucking monstrosity.” That was just fucking mean, he thought, watching her red hair coming out of her ponytail when she shook her head vigorously. “I have information.” She gulped.
Great, this should be good, he thought, making a motion for her to spit it out. “Don’t have all day, lady.” He barked, again wanting a cigarette.
“Fine, you’d think you’d be more respectful,” The woman muttered under her breath before saying, “The Jackal’s are planning to raid a shipment of arms coming through here in nine days. They’ve been talking about it for weeks, and they want to use the guns on you and your gang on another raid they’ve got planned.” The red head, licked her lips still looking around like a crazy person. Great, just fucking great.
“Uh-huh…and this shipment is carrying what exactly?” Tank asked, on the off chance that this story had any meat to it. Though, he doubted it.
“I don’t know. I heard them say it’s a shipment from…,”She paused here and then whispered. “Looney Louie, so it’s dangerous shit.”
Just fucking great. She was crazy. Who the fuck was Looney Louie? “Uh-huh, that so. And who’s Looney Louie?” He asked, with a raised brow.
“Shh-hh,” She hissed, looking around again frantically. “Don’t tell me you don’t know who Louie is. I thought you were a Red Devil?”
“I am,” Tank said, wishing that this day was over. It had been a shit storm from the minute he woke up. “Look, I gotta get back to Devils Falls. If that’s all you wanted to tell me then I better go.” He didn’t want to make the crazy bitch mad so he politely nodded. He turned to leave, but she grabbed his arm.
“Wait, I’m telling you that this shipment could be dangerous. Those Jackal’s deserve to get their asses handed to them. They killed my husband in front of me two weeks ago, trying to find out when this shipment was coming through. You have to stop them!” She was clinging like a limpet. Fuck, why did he always find the crazy ones? He thought, trying to extract his arm from her tight grip.
“Okay, we’ll look into it. When are they supposed to be raiding it?” He asked, needing to get away from her.
“In a little over a week. It will be on a truck, and they’re wanting to raid it at night, here. They didn’t want you guys don’t find out.” She said, still watching their surroundings. “If you see a short one with a tattoo on his face of a spider. Make his death painful. Wait, ten minutes then leave so nobody thinks we were talking.” She hissed, then ran out of the alley.
Yeah right, Tank thought, walking out of the alley. He got on his bike and headed home. Still pissed off that this had been such a shitty day.
Annie finally reached the sign for the turn off to Devils Falls. Staring up at the evil sign, panting, nearly keeling over from the heat, she wanted to cry. Four freaking miles! Damn, this sucked. It was four miles to Devils Falls. This day really sucked, she thought. She hated that she was so out of shape that a four mile walk made her want to cry. Well, she better get to it, it wasn’t like they were going to bring Devils Falls to her. Sighing, she began walking again.
It wasn’t five minutes later that she heard the loud roar of a motor headed her way. She turned seeing the bike roaring towards her, then past her. She turned watching it, damn that was rude. Asshole, he hadn’t even stopped. But then he swung the bike around, and was headed her way again. He roared to a stop a few feet in front of her.
He got off the bike, shocking her. He was freaking huge. Almost like a mountain. He walked towards her. Damn, he was a hot mountain, she thought, looking at the sexy beast walking towards her. There was a God, and she loved Annie, after all.
Tank had flown by a van about five minutes ago, and then he’d flown by a woman walking towards town. He’d turned around, Mae would be disappointed if he didn’t offer a lady a ride. He really hoped she wasn’t as crazy as the last woman he’d talked to today.
Getting off his bike, he walked towards her. As he neared he realized that she was the perfect size for his six five frame. She was about five seven, which was tall for a woman. As he neared her he felt his cock harden. Damn, those were some nice tits, he thought, staring at them. She looked up at him, and his heart seemed to stop.
Fuck, she was a beauty. She had an oval face, with plump sexy lips. Her eyes where a deep blue that reminded him of the ocean. Her hair was a deep mahogany with thick curls and it was pulled back from her face with two barrettes. She was sexy and wearing what looked like black slacks with a white top that looked like it was painted on. Damn, maybe this wasn’t such a crappy day after all. If all that shit that happened in Dadeville hadn’t happened, he never would have met this sex kitten on the road home.
“Need a ride, sweetheart?” Tank asked, trying not to drool.
“Not your sweetheart, asshole.”
“Right, names Tank,” Humm…he’d like to put that sassy mouth to work, he thought as he waited for her to respond. When she didn’t he asked, “Well, what should I call you then?”
“Tank?” She looked at him as if he’d lost his mind.
“Yep.” He responded. Moving a few steps closer, watching as she stepped back.
“I guess you can call me Wanda.” She replied, making him cock his head to the side. She didn’t really look like a Wanda. Huh, guess you get what you get with a name. It didn’t really matter anyway. When he was balls deep in her he really wasn’t going to be worried about her name.
“So, where are you headed?” Annie asked, looking at him, a bit leery.
“Devils Falls. That your van back a little bit? If it is I can get a friend to tow it for you.” Tank panted, wanting to take her home and have his way with her.
“Hump, you know a strawberry blonde who lives there?” She asked, shocking him.
“You mean Katie?” He asked.
“Yep, I know her. Her boyfriend will eviscerate you if you fuck with me, got it.” She tilted her head. Her hand was inside her purse as she watched him. He was pretty sure she had a gun in that bag. He’d bet money on it. Good girl, he thought, he loved a woman who could handle herself.
“Okay, Wanda. I just wanna get you somewhere safe. It’s not a good idea for a woman as beautiful as you to be out here on your own.” Tank watched her.
“Fine, you can take me to Katie, but no funny stuff.” She said. “And quit trying to flatter me, it won’t work.”
“Come on, darling. It’s safe.”
“Not your darling either, Jackass.” He just grinned, turning he walked towards his bike.
Annie watched the sexy mountain, moving back towards his bike. Still a bit unsure, even though she’d been happy at first when he’d stopped. She was hesitant to go with him, the world she lived in had taught her to be leery. Not everyone was safe, even when they looked harmless. And this guy didn’t look harmless by any stretch of the imagination. She pulled her hand off the modified taser and followed him to his bike, with her thighs on fire.
Although, most of the burning may be from the walking, she was sure some of it was the fact that this guy was sexy as fuck. After all, her lady parts becoming hotter than the sun wasn’t likely from the walking. She really must need to get laid. She was so turned on her nipples were hard and her body was wet. Hell, she thought, climbing on the back of his bike behind him, she was so screwed.
Chapter 2
Annie clung to Tank as they rode towards Devils Falls. She wasn’t a very trusting person. She’d learned young that people would almost always disappoint you. So clinging to ‘Tank’, what a ridiculous name, she thought, was a little frightening. The man had to have a real name. Although, Tank fit him, she had to admit. He was huge, almost freakishly so, she thought, with a snort. And her who-ha was so soaked thinking about what else on the man was freakishly big that she was embarrassed. She wasn’t going to call him Tank though, that was ridiculous.
Damn, she was in deep shit, she thought, still tingling in all the wrong places. Well, they could be the right places depending on how you looked at it. She just really hoped that he wasn’t a freak, and that he took her to Katie instead of a basement filled with chains.
The bike slowed and she looked around seeing that they’d pulled up to a shop. Huh, well it wasn’t exactly where she’d wanted to go, but it would do. Tank stopped near the door in a parking spot beside another bike. He waited until she got off, then he climb off too.
“This doesn’t look like Katie’s.” Annie grumbled.
“It’s not. This is the friend that will tow your van, though.” Tank said, looking at her. Damn, she was beautiful, he thought, watching her try to get her windblown hair under control. She looked like she had just gotten out of his bed, the effect was sexy as fuck.
“I told you to take me to Katie, cupcake. Not your friends shop.” She growled, pursing her lips in distaste.
“Cupcake? You can’t call me that. My names Tank, remember.” He scowled at her.
“Sorry, not calling you by that ridiculous name.” Annie wanted to laugh when he glared at her.
“Fine, call me Jake then.” Tank finally replied, almost sullen. He didn’t normally give his name out to strangers, but his little head was doing all the thinking at the moment. It had been hard since he’d seen her up close about twenty minutes ago on the side of the road like an offering from the gods.
“Jake? Really?” She asked, then she scrunched her nose again. What the hell, she didn’t like his real name either? “That’s not much better.” Annie said, grinned, then turned and headed into the shop without waiting for him to follow.
Women were a pain in the fucking ass, Tank decided, following her inside. She was waiting at the counter when he entered. Trick must be in his office, because there was nobody in the room with her. She was dinging the bell on the counter over and over. It was annoying as fuck.
“Can you stop ringing that bell, Wanda? I’ll go get Trick.” He sighed. She turned around looking at him and asked with a confused look.
“Who’s Wanda?”
Tank just stared at her, didn’t the woman know her own damned name? “You are.” He said, looking at her like the insane person she obviously was. He still wasn’t opposed to screwing her brains out. He could do crazy when it came in a package like hers. Damned woman was hot as fuck. Hot enough to singe his cock from a mile away.
“Ohhh, right.” She said, as if it were perfectly normal not to remember your own name. Fuck. He walked past her, headed to Trick’s office.
Annie was standing at the counter, dinging the obviously useless bell on the counter. She’d been really confused when Jake, which was not as bad of a name as she’d pretended it was to annoy him, had come in and called her by the fake name she’d given him. The man probably thought she was an idiot now. Not that it mattered, he was just being nice by bringing her here. She was sure he’d hightail it out of here as soon as he’d passed her off to someone else, which was sort of depressing. She must really need to get laid, if the thought of him leaving made her sad. She didn’t even know him.
Tank returned, followed by another dark haired, sexy man. Dang, these men sure were good looking, she thought. Tank walked around the counter, standing in front of her.
“Give me your keys and we’ll have Tiny go get your van, Wanda.” Tank held out his hand.
She stared at his out stretched hand with apprehension. Should she trust him, or was he after her mother’s product. She knew it was secured, and short of a bomb, which would ruin the product anyway, there was nothing they could do without her finger print. Of course, they could force her to open it for them, or hell cut off her finger and use it to open the vault. Another man came out of the back room, he was also shorter than Tank and the other man. He was just as hot as the first two, though. Damn, were there any average men around this town?
“No, I am not giving you my keys, cupcake.” Annie replied.
“Wanda, we have to have the keys in order to bring your van in.” Tank sounded exasperated.
The man from the back began snickering, “Did she just call him cupcake?” He asked the other man, who was grinning.
“Yep, she sure fucking did.” Trick, she thought Jake had called him, replied.
The door behind them opened and a female voice was calling out. “Trick, baby can I have the keys to the…Holy hell.” Annie had turned to look at the door, and she grinned from ear to ear, as the other woman squealed and they ran to meet, hugging.
“Oh, my goodness, it’s been forever. How are you?” Katie asked, pulling away from her.
“Not great, I was on the road for mom.” She shared a look with Katie, letting her know without words that the load she was carrying was dangerous. “Damned van broke down and left me stranded. He brought me here.” She nodded to Tank.
Katie let out a laugh, “Tank?” She questioned.
“Yep.”
“Wanda, can we have your keys to go get your van, please.”
Katie looked at Tank in confusion, “Who’s Wanda?” she asked.
Tank was suddenly convinced that all women were nuts. Katie seemed to know Wanda, but she acted like she had no idea what the other woman’s name was. Women were all crazy, maybe it was a good thing he hadn’t found ‘the one’ yet. She’d most likely be as looney as these two were.
“She’s Wanda.” Tank said, stabbing his finger at Wanda.
Katie surprised him by laughing. Then she looked at Wanda. “I think you’ve been naughty again, Annie.”
“Annie?” Tank questioned.
“Yes, that’s my name, Cupcake.” Annie replied, grinning.
“But…why did you tell me it was Wanda?” Tank was really confused now. Why the hell had the woman told him her name was Wanda? Annie definitely fit her better though, it was softer, and less cold. Like she’d be when he took her curves to his bed, he thought, his cock twitching.
“I wasn’t giving you my real name when you gave me an obviously fake one. I mean really? What did you expect?” Annie looked at him over her shoulder.
“Stop calling me that! Call me Jake or Tank.” Tank growled, glaring at her. Hearing the laughter from the two buffoons standing behind him, he glanced over his shoulder shooting a dark glower at them.
Trick stopped laughing and looked at him in shock. Yeah, so he’d told her his real name, big fucking deal. He thought, but it was. It was a big deal, and he was so screwed. The woman didn’t seem to like him at all, and he was already becoming as pussy whipped as the rest of the club was. Fuck.
“Annie, I’ve missed you! What have you been up to?” Katie asked, leading Wanda, no wait, Annie over to the couch, where the two women sat. Tank watched them, pissed that she wasn’t even paying attention to him anymore. Why the fuck had he brought her here? He should have just taken her home, then had Trick send Tiny by his place to get her keys.
“I missed you, too. I’m pulling one last job for mother, then it’s done.” She told Katie, knowing she would understand.
“Ah, well that’s good. It’s a little…” She paused, searching for the right word.
“Annoying.” Annie supplied.
“Yes, among other things.” Annie knew she meant the danger part of the work she’d done for her mother. She knew that the other woman understood that she’d wanted out for nearly two years, and she’d been saving since that night. She shivered, thinking about the dark hole the Jackal’s had put her in after they’d kidnapped her after they’d beat her.
“Can we get back to the van, ladies?” Tank demanded, annoyed that they didn’t seem to care that the men were waiting to take care of important shit.
“He’s safe, give him your keys, Annie” Katie said, letting her know with a direct stare and a wink that he wasn’t going to steal her haul.
Annie stood digging the keys from her purse. She moved towards him. When she stood just in front of him, she stopped, looking up at him. Which was kind of nice, considering that didn’t happen much, at five seven she was very tall for a woman.
“Don’t bang it around a lot, cause it’s my mother’s and she is particular about her stuff.”
“I just bet she is.” Katie snorted out a laugh.
Annie looked over her shoulder, smiling at her. Katie winked at her. Tank scowled. Women, he thought, wanting to pull his hair out, they were all acting squirrelly today. What the hell were they talking about, now? Tiny wasn’t going to bang up the van, besides the damned thing had looked pretty beat up from what he could remember. It was just odd that they were laughing like hyenas. He took the keys from her hand, sighing.
“Here,” he said, handing them to Tiny who took them and walked back into the bays to get one of the tow trucks.
“Now, were can I get something to eat around here. I’m starving.” Annie asked Katie.
Smiling, Katie stood and replied, “Tammy’s has good burgers.”
“Sounds good.” Annie smiled back at her. Then the two women headed to the door leaving him staring after them. Pissed, he followed. The woman hadn’t even thanked him! Now she was leaving with Katie without even a see you later. What the hell was wrong with her?
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