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Chapter 7

Him

I hate new people coming into the town. Even more, I hate it has to be a beautiful woman. The guys have already started eyeing her.

Recognizing her from the bank, I couldn’t stop but stare at her in the coffee shop. Fear exploded in her gray eyes, and even with her light blond hair pulled over her shoulders, I saw them shake.

The town wasted no time informing her of us.

I snort. I’d expect nothing less.

I head to my motorcycle and gulp down the rest of my coffee, now tasting bitter on my tongue. I toss it into the nearby trash can.

Lifting my leg, I throw it over to straddle the leather seat, then pull on my gloves before my phone rings.

“Yeah.”

“Are you prepared for a drop today?”

I sigh, looking back over at the coffee shop while memories of the woman’s freckles that dust her nose and cheeks distract me. I stiffen, and my grip tightens on the handlebar.

“Ten p.m.,” I say, then hang up the phone.

Before I can rev my bike to life, my phone rings again. It’s Darrin.

“Yes, Boss.”