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eyes.
    “It’s supposed to be tight so people can see what you’re working with.”
    “I don’t even know what that means,” she groaned as the stall door opened and I caught her reflection in the mirror before spinning around to face her.
    “You look beautiful,” I praised her.
    “I walk like a linebacker.” Taking a few steps toward me, she wobbled, and I grabbed her hands to keep her from spraining her ankle.
    “I’m sure Bryce will like you even more. I always thought those football guys were a little experimental if you know what I mean. Why do they need to smack each other’s asses all the time?”
    “I’m not sure they really do that in high school.”
    “Whatever. It gets easier. Here. Grab the sink to steady yourself.” I placed her hands on the porcelain and pulled the mascara from my bag. “Now we work the real magic.”
     
     

Knox
    “Will she be home for dinner?” Greta asked as she put a tin of muffins into the oven.
    “She didn’t say.”
    “Will you?” she asked, as I kissed her on top of her head.
    “I’ll try.”
    I headed out the door as the sun began to sink. The rain had held out all evening. I rode over to The Hollow Hole, walking past the bar and into the backroom that was off limits to the general public.
    “Hey,” I nodded to the man we referred to as Father Time because he looked like he was a hundred years old. Living life on fast women and fast bikes had taken its toll on him. “I need a favor.”
    “What’s new?” he asked with a laugh that soon turned into a hacking cough. He grabbed a scrap of paper and a pen, sliding it across the desk. “Write it down. I lost my memory about the same time I lost my looks and you know we need to keep records.”
    I laughed as I scribbled out what I needed. “Thanks, ole’ man. Any training today?”
    “Topher was going to stop in, but you know how he is,” he replied with a shrug. “Too busy chasing that fast-ass girl from Emory.” I knew exactly who he was talking about. We’d done a charity ride a few months back with the guys from my dad’s old club, the Hollow Hellions. The club had charters all down the East Coast, but it all began here in Hollow Point in the sixties. I had trouble playing well with others, but I joined them for rides whenever I had the chance, and they threw work my way whenever they needed a tune-up. They had helped me start my shop and owned a few more businesses in town, this bar included.
    Since the day I’d accepted their loan, I’d been working my ass off to pay them back and cut ties, but the large tattoo across my back would be a constant reminder that I’d sold my soul to the devil, and he didn’t give refunds. I belonged to the club, even if I refused to sit at the table.
    The ride was only a couple of hours, but we’d stopped off in Emory for drinks Topher was falling all over himself for the bartender’s daughter, Cadence. She’d slipped me her number when he went out back to take a piss and his ego never recovered.
    “I’m gonna get a few sets in.” I walked over to the old bench that was now more duct tape than vinyl and laid back, positioning my hands on the bar over my head before lifting it from its resting place and bringing the heavy weights to my chest.
    I tried to keep my mind from worrying about Tatum out with her new friend. Girls like her always want something from somebody, and the last thing I needed was someone else trying to take advantage of her. I had my hands full as it was.
    For all of the shit that Tatum had been through in her short existence, she was still too trusting when it came to others. I owed her my life, and that meant I would do whatever it took to make sure no one ever hurt her again.
    Number one on my list was to get Bryce out of her life. If her new friend proved to be a problem, I’d deal with her later.
     
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    I finished my workout before heading back to my house. It wasn’t long before the guys began to roll in but my eyes were