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fine with me.”
    “Freddy was cross-dressing when I met him,” Gerdie said, folding her arms. “And you know that, old man. He's always been a sensitive man, but that doesn't mean he wasn't dangerous in his own way. He didn't back down when some people objected to our marriage.”
    Owen mumbled beneath his breath.
    I shifted, growing uncomfortable. “Well, I'm glad you like dangerous men, Gerdie, but I just want a nice guy.”
    I stood up, trying to convince myself that all I wanted and needed was a nice guy. Someone that would love me and cuddle with me on rainy afternoons. I didn't need a protector. I didn't need someone strong. This wasn't the middle ages. Women weren't delicate flowers that needed to be coddled.
    I did not need Magnus and his exciting passion.

Chapter Three
    Magnus
    I fingered the name tag. It took a few hours searching the internet before I found the Laughing Boar Coffee and Cafe in Seattle. The logo was the same. Best of all, Raven's smiling face, dressed in the cafe's silly uniform, graced the coffee shop's Facebook page.
    Her wild scent lingered. I could still smell her even after two days. I relived our passion. No woman had ever captivated me like her. The feel of her silken skin burned into my fingertips. Her moans seared into my mind.
    I wanted to ride out to Seattle right away, but club business held me back. I was the president of the Black Wolves Motorcycle Club, Maple Valley Chapter. I was a founder. We were growing fast. Down in Graham our second chapter had opened and we had an affiliate club in Auburn that might patch over.
    And growing fast made enemies.
    It didn't help I walked right into the middle of the Blood Eagles' turf and punched Talon right in the face. I clenched my fist, smiling as I remembered the satisfaction of the asshole falling back unconscious. He never knew how to properly treat a barfly, let alone a woman like Raven.
    “Hey, Boss, they're here,” Big Hoss growled.
    I blinked out of my thoughts and slipped the name tag back into my jeans pocket. Motorcycle engines roared and dust billowed as they raced down the gravel road to the open field for the meeting. I patted the handgun I had concealed beneath my vest. Just in case.
    “There's four of 'em,” Jim said. He racked his shotgun. “They said they was only bringin' three, right, Boss?”
    “Yep,” I nodded. I didn't show the fear building inside me. Fear was poison. It was important, kept a man sharp, but you couldn't let it consume you. You couldn't let it hold you back and keep you from doing what you had to.
    “Fucking birdies,” laughed Big Hoss. “They know it's not a fair fight if it's even numbers. But they should've brought more, then I'd be worried.”
    Jim chuckled. “We goin' on the hunt, Boss? I'm hungry for chicken.”
    “Not yet,” I answered. “Let's find out if they're here to shit all over us.”
    “Fucking birdies,” Big Hoss laughed again.
    The Blood Eagles reached the field. Griff was at the front, his waxed head gleaming in the sunlight. He kept himself shaved to hide his thinning hairline. His beard was a thick gray bristling before him as he stopped his Harley thirty feet away. Talon was at his side, his eye still black and swollen from my punch and his cheeks red from Raven's scratches. What a woman.
    I smiled and nodded at Talon.
    He spat.
    “I see you forgot how to count, Griff,” I grinned, climbing off my Harley and walking forward to meet him.
    Griff followed, his chest bare beneath his blue-jean vest. A thick, white scar ran across his stomach. The story went that he had been gutted in a bar fight and still managed to beat his attacker to death. I could almost respect that man, but his club was full of assholes, posers, and pieces of shit like Talon.
    Griff's eyes flicked, studying my club. “You started this fight, Magnus, I just wanted to make sure I could finish it.”
    “So we're fighting, huh?” I asked, glancing at Talon and then his two other bikers. Both