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it.

    His eyes narrowed and he chewed his lip as he looked into her face. “Okay. I’m going to send a text ahead.” She smiled to see that he pulled out an iPhone, out-of-date, just like hers. Identical, only his was black, of course, and hers was white.  

    They dressed. He climbed back onto the bike and fired up the engine again. As she climbed on behind him, she asked him his name, unsure if she really wanted to know. She didn’t hear his answer as the machine sprang forward beneath her.

    She hung on tight behind him and put her arms around his strong body, felt him swing and sway the heavy two-wheeled beast. Something tugged at the corner of her mind. She’d probably never see her own iPhone again.

    They were headed across the red and brown desert plain when the thoughts came together for her. On that first day, in the warehouse, when he called her Daddy, how had he been able to use her iPhone? There’s a passcode. How did he get by that?

 

The Stray Sister
    “Those aren’t your Momma’s bikers.”

    Jesska raised an eyebrow at the barista. A big, good-looking boy, Carter had been one of the football stars in school, which was one reason Jess didn’t get to know him back then. Now he served in a coffee shop, which was one reason she didn’t get to know him now.

    “I saw you were looking at the Blades outside.” He gave her his big thousand-watt smile. Jess was glad of her shades.  

    “Yeah, what do you mean, Carter?”

    “They aren’t the kind of bikers that pretty students and housewives have exciting affairs with. The Blades are the kind that deal in drugs and guns. They’re the kind that keep brothels, that do serious crime and hard time.” Carter wanted to put her off, obviously.  

    If he believed that was the kind of talk to do it, then he was even stupider than Jesska thought.

 

Chapter 1
    On Jesska’s nineteenth birthday, she made her first visit to Poison Wells in the Nevada scrub, to the clubhouse of the Blades motorcycle club. If big sister Tiffany knew her intention, she would have smiled indulgently and said, “Well, okay, but I’ll come along. It’ll be fun.” That meant she would come along and take most of the fun out of it as she took care of her little sis., and looked out for her. Daddy would get to know about it, too.

    Jess didn’t want any of that, and so she went alone. She parked up out of the way, somewhere dark near the unkempt shrubs where her ride wouldn’t be seen. It would draw a hail of scorn if the hardcore bikers clapped eyes on it.

    She stepped past the line of low, fat Harleys leaned up by the hitching rail, and up onto the wooden platform. Uncertain still, and with a dizzying flurry in her stomach, she reached out to push on the door. It flew open in front of her.

    Ancient heavy metal cranked out of the room, and a huge biker filled the dark of the doorway. He wore a cut-off leather jacket and a thick beard rolled over the black Motorhead t-shirt that draped over a gut as big as he was wide.

    His eyes twinkled when he saw her short, tight little frame. She was big in all the right places. His teeth showed and he asked her, “You a dancer?”

    “I can dance. Why?”

    “Free admission for a pole dance.”

    She watched as his grin parted the thicket on his face. “I’ll provide the pole.”

    “So,” Jess replied, “Admission is free with a pole dance, otherwise admission is no charge. Is that right?”

    A couple more bikers had turned to watch. Jess heard one of the others call the big man ‘Bear.’ It fit. “If you want to be a hang-around, honey,” Bear told her, “certain duties are involved.”

    “Oh, and I thought this was someplace where an independent soul might enjoy a whiskey in peace and good company. My mistake.”

    Jess had turned to leave when a low voice from inside said, “She passed the take-no-shit test, Bear.” The bikers chuckled.

    Keeping her cool and standing her ground seemed to have earned her some