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“F uck, Maxi. Get on them knees for me, sweetheart.” I unzip my jeans, and no sooner than Maxi gets them thick lips wrapped around the head of me my fucking cordless phone starts blowing up.

Shit. “Hold that thought, darlin’.” I grab the phone off the table and answer without screening the call because my ass is on duty. “Black Rebel Towing. What can I do ye for?”

“Stud, that you?”

“The one and only.”

“Hey, man. It’s Chaser. I know it’s late, but my sister ran her car in the ditch a few miles south of Lick Branch. ”

“She hurt?”

“Only shaken up.”

“All right. I’m on it.” I end the call and place the phone back on the receiver. Chaser is gonna owe my ass big for this shit.

“Duty calls. We’ll finish this when I get back.” Maxi pouts but knows better than to smart off. Club business comes first, and Chaser is a brother of the club. Scrubbing a palm over my face, I get up off the couch to look for my keys to the truck. I find them under last night’s pizza box.

Fumbling around I tag my boots and nab my black leather wool lined jacket from the back of the door. I look back at Maxi wishing I didn’t have to take off. Knowing my luck, she’ll be passed the hell out by the time I make it back.

Fuck. It’s too damn cold to be getting out for this bullshit.

I stomp out into the snow, nearly slipping as I go to open the driver’s side door, and get the truck started.

The engine roars to life, and I slide my gloves on.

The radio blares classic rock, and I get on with it.

I don’t have far to go. I hope Chaser already gave her a ride home.

My ass is hooking the vehicle up then getting the hell back here to the sweet piece of ass waiting in my bed for me.

I stay in one of the rooms over the clubhouse being I’m always on call for the towing service ran by the Black Rebel Riders’ MC.

The club I’m a member of. Earned my patch about a year ago.

Best decision I ever made was taking my cousin Sawyer up on his offer to sponsor me.

I served a few years for boosting cars and when I got out Sawyer was waiting for me with a place to live and a job.

New start. Haven’t looked back. No regrets.

Been saving up for a place of my own, but until then I’m fine where I’m at .

The snow has turned to sheets of ice. Seriously, fuck this shit. I can’t make out a damn thing. If I didn’t think Rebel or Striker would tear me a new asshole, I’d turn back. What should be a five-minute drive takes me fifteen, but eventually I come up on a buck in the road and a car in the ditch.

I go around the animal and backup toward the car to get it hooked up. The moment my boots hit the pavement I’m nearly on my ass again. I grab the side of the truck for leverage and look for Chaser’s sister. He’s mentioned her in passing but I’ve never met her.

“Took you long enough,” a female voice snaps.

I shield my eyes with my gloved hand, unable to tell who the voice belongs to and failing to look at anything but her headlights shining in my face.

“Well I’m not the dumbass who was out in an ice storm.

Don’t you know emergency vehicles are the only people who are allowed to be travelling right now? ”

“Sorry I didn’t—eep!” The shape of a person disappears followed by another cry. “Get the memo,” she finishes.

Shit . I make my way down the side of the truck hoping I don’t fall and bust my ass just like my little sassy pants. My gaze lands on a woman sprawled on the road with the knee ripped out of her pants.

One loose lock of hair floats over her forehead.

“Need a hand.”

“Ya think,” she huffs.

Extending a hand, I help her to her feet only for her to slide straight into my chest. I brace myself against the damaged front bumper of her car. “Looks like you clipped a buck.”

“No shit, Sherlock. ”

“Right. You got a ride coming or what?”

“Not at this hour. Can’t you give me a ride or something?”

“Here in Drag Creek at this hour,” I mock. “No can do. I’m a tow service not a taxi.”

“Well what am I supposed to do? My brother is working, and my sister-in-law is home with the baby.”

“Cut that attitude. Be nice and maybe I’ll find you a place to crash till morning. You can sort your shit then.”

“Stay with you? I don’t know you.” She stares up at me, and I let go of her waist.

“You’ll freeze to death if you stay here. Unless you want to drag the carcass off the road to use it for warmth until someone else comes along.”

“You don’t have to be so crass. ”

“I don’t want to be here anymore than you do. It’s no picnic for me, sweetheart. Chaser is a close friend, and I’m here as a favor so you can cut the shit.”

“Fine.”

“Fine. Wait in the cab of the truck and don’t touch anything.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she sneers. I step around her as the ice turns back to snow. I get busy messing around with her car while she hobbles to the truck squeaking and squealing every step she takes before wiping out again.

Fuck. I drop the chain and go after her. Sliding across the ice, I know there’s no chance in hell I’m getting her car out of that damn ditch tonight. Not in this shit show of a fucking mess. We’ll be lucky to make it back to The Roadhouse.

“You okay?” I hold my hand out to her while bracing against the side of the truck for support.

“I think I twisted my ankle.”