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fault.”
     
    “Shit, no, that’s on them,” he agreed.
     
    “You like ink?” she asked. “Why didn’t you say so?”
     
    “I dunno,” he said, with a shrug. “I guess it just never came up. We’ve been too busy talking about dogs and shit.”
     
    “I guess we should do a better job at getting to know each other,” he said.
     
    He stuck out his hand to her, pompous and puffed-up.
     
    “I’m Jesse McGill,” he said. “I’ve lived here my whole life. My momma’s a waitress and my daddy’s a shithead. I run with the Black’s Raiders and my Harley is my life.”
     
    She shook his offered hand, too heartily.
     
    “I’m Allison Murray,” she said. “I’ve been here for, like, three weeks. My mom’s dead and my dad’s a shithead. I don’t run with anybody and my art is my life.”
     
    “Good, good,” he said. “Now that we’ve gotten that straightened out, let’s get some fucking lunch.”
     
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JESSE
     
    Allie was a tattoo artist.
     
    Completely fucking perfect, he thought with a grin behind his helmet as he roared down the street on his Harley.
     
    She’d been surprised to find out that he wasn’t really a hotel clerk, he just took over a friend’s shift as a favor.
     
    He’d been afraid then that she would run screaming to find out that he was in a biker gang, but she’d just shrugged and accepted it. She’d still let him come walk her back to the hotel from downtown.
     
    He couldn’t believe he hadn’t realized she was inked.
     
    As soon as he got to the bar, he scanned the room and headed straight for a table in the back.
     
    “Merle,” he said. “Allie does good ink. Her own designs, too. She let me have this.”
     
    Jesse thrust a torn page from a sketchbook in front of his leader, showing him the intricate skulls and daggers that covered the paper.
     
    “We can hire her,” he said. “Then, those assholes wouldn’t dare touch her.”
     
    “You must be completely smitten with this beautiful belle, if it did not occur to you that perhaps we were already in the middle of a private conversation,” another man drawled.
     
    “Come on, Alex,” Jesse groaned. “I’m sorry I was an asshole, stop throwing the dictionary at me.”
     
    “You do sound like you swallowed a dictionary,” the last man in the booth said.
     
    All three men were older than Jesse, all in their twenties.
     
    Merle was lean and dark, with an air of command and danger like a cloak. Alex was shorter and oozed charm, and the third man had a blond ponytail and bright eyes.
     
    The dark-haired man took the sheet of paper from Jesse without a word and studied it as the other men in the booth bickered.
     
    “It’s good,” he said, finally. “You sure she needs protection?”
     
    “My momma said that she was having dinner with that asshole Daniel at three o’clock in the morning, and he tried to show her a nice, safe motel,” Jesse said, his eyes hard.
     
    Merle slid further into the booth and patted the space he’d made.
     
    “Okay,” he said. “We can offer her a job, but if she wants to go run with a pimp, I’m not going to stop her.”
     
    “She doesn’t!” Jesse exclaimed. “She’s sweet.”
     
    “Some sweet girls still want the money,” the blond said, his voice hard to hear over the hubub of the bar.
     
    Jesse glared at him.
     
    “She’s not that kind of girl,” he insisted.
     
    “We believe you,” Merle said. “Calm down and have a drink.”
     
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ALLIE
     
    “No shit?” she said, almost dropping her pencil in excitement.
     
    “Yeah!” Jesse said.
     
    He’d scared her to death, knocking on her door in the twilight. She’d forgotten that he checked her into the hotel, obviously he knew which room she was in. She’d thought that no one knew. She’d thought, for one heart-stopping moment, that Daniel had found