Page 67 of The Biker's Brother

Brandon turned back to Cami. “I’ll stay until you’re settled in.”

“You’re coming back tomorrow?” She licked her bottom lip and looked around, which he’d learned she always did when she was nervous.

“Count on it.” They sat on the side of the bed in the room Cami would occupy. “And I’ve got a present for you.”

“What?”

He had her full attention.

“A new will. Airtight. Leaves everything to your parents in the event of your death. I’m going to send it over tomorrow morning. You’ll sign two originals in the presence of witnesses and a notary. One of those originals is going to the club’s safety deposit box. The other is going to be personally flown to Boston by a reliable courier of our choosing and filed with probate court. Then that courier will deliver a copy of the will and proof that it’s been filed with probate to Trey Michaels. In person. By tomorrow afternoon, he’ll have no reason to want you dead.”

Her eyes filled with liquid. “Why didn’t we think of that?”

“I don’t know.” He reached over and swiped a tear trail away with his thumb. “Maybe because you were scared. Your dad, too.”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

“It’s almost over. Meanwhile, you see those windows?”

She looked up. There were windows across the north wall, but they were up high at ceiling height, and were only six inches high. They let light in during the day, but no one could see in from outside, not even from a great distance, and certainly no one could get in.

“Yes.”

“They were designed to protect people we care about. You’re safe here.”

She wanted to ask if she was a person he cared about, but Rescue arrived at the doorway.

“Daisy says she’s ready,” Rescue affirmed.

Cami looked in the direction of the doorway and instantly fell in love. Daisy wasn’t just a dog. She was without a doubt the most beautiful German Shepherd in the world. Cami was sure of it.

Daisy was a black and tan Shepherd with eyes that said she was smarter than most people and a doggy smile that could have been an arrogant smirk.

Rescue led Daisy over to Cami. He reached out and patted Cami on the thigh. When he did, Daisy put her nose to Cami’s jeans-covered thigh, sniffed for a few seconds and then sat down. Rescue unfastened the leash attached to Daisy’s collar and handed it to Cami.

“She won’t let anything happen to you,” Rescue said.

“Will she let me pet her?”

“’Course. She’s affectionate. She’ll snuggle up in the bed with you if you let her.”

Cami reached out to pet Daisy and Daisy responded by pushing her head into Cami’s hand. When she laughed, Daisy’s ears came up as she studied Cami, apparently liking the sound of the woman’s delight. Brandon agreed. It was nice.

“You ever had a dog before?” Rescue asked.

“No. But I wanted to. I’m keeping her.”

“You mean forever?” Rescue asked.

“Yes. I mean forever.”

He chuckled. “You’re gonna owe the club a chunk of change. She’ll go for about fifty thousand.”

“Done.”

“Not up to me. I just do the training. Brant makes the deals. You’ll have to talk to him.”

Brandon leaned over and said close enough to her ear that she could feel his warm breath. “Don’t worry. If you want that dog, she’s yours.”