Still, he couldn’t place the guy.
“I was almost here when I got the message you canceled my appointment.”
Dev squinted his eyes, having no clue what that meant. He was done for the day.
“Okay,” Dev finally answered.
If this was a Cash setup, his boyfriend had to remember how bad he was with improv.
“I thought I’d swing by anyway. I heard there was a bike shop here too.” His voice was low and husky. When his gaze left Dev’s to survey the room, Dev was released from the penetrating stare that held him transfixed. Fuck him, he hadn’t even realized he’d been held.
What the fuck was happening?
“Yeah. Clearly,” Dev answered then continued the sideways walk out of the building. He didn’t want the outline of the envelope to be seen by his old man.
Dev splayed his hands as if saying the guy stood among the bikes for sale. Not much of a selection. Six Harleys in different styles, all with expensive price tags. Not a great bike shop. The bulk of their business came from service work.
“So you’ll reschedule for next week?” His enormous biceps rivaled those on Keyes as he crossed them over his impressive chest. For the first time, his direct stare landed on Trace then his old man who had stood tall, using a rag to wipe his hands as he listened to the conversation.
Dev looked between each of them, lost to whatever the hell was happening here.
“What’s your name?” Dev finally asked. “I’ll get my girl to message you to lock in an appointment.”
“Kreed.” The name came out like a threat.
Yeah, he officially didn’t know the guy. That realization meant he could stop giving a damn. Dev hooked a thumb toward his old man. “The old guy owns the bikes, but you can probably get ’em cheaper from the dealership.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” Fox barked, and for the first time in maybe his whole life, he followed his old man’s instructions.
With one last look at the customer, Dev ducked his head and let Trace flank his side all the way through the overhead warehouse doors into the parking lot. He kept his stride long and steady as he closed the distance to his bike.
In a moment of indecision, Dev contemplated not riding with such a precious document tucked in the back of his waistband but with all the cameras installed in the parking lot, it’d be best to ride a few miles then pull over to reposition the bylaws.
“He’ll stay as long as it takes for us to get out of here.” Dev heard the softly muttered words as he put his sunglasses on. Understanding flickered to life in his brain. He glanced at Trace as he grabbed the hand grip, preparing to mount his bike.
“He’s one of you?” Dev asked just as quietly.
Trace gave him a quizzical look as if the answer was obvious. Besides Trace being a master of the severe stare, he also gave a pretty mean you’re-a-dumbass expression. He finally nodded, pointing to his watch as if that meant something to Dev. Maybe it called in the calvary at a moment’s notice for all he knew.
What was with these guys?
He was a fucking biker who lived and died depending on the next turn.
Where could Kreed have come from in the two minutes it took for Dev to get the bylaws then trot down the stairs?
The more glaring question was how was every guy Trace worked with so fucking hot? Dev looked back over his shoulder to see if he could spot Kreed from behind. He bet that ass was slapping. Regretfully, Kreed was out of eyesight. Dev settled on the bike, bringing the engine to life on a roar.
He had to remember to tell Cash there was another hot one in the crew.
Trace waited for him to take off first. So he did. Maybe Cash had caught this Kreed dude on video. They could have that same conversation in the privacy of their bedroom tonight.
Man, did he want some private time with Cash. It was crazy how much he missed his guy.
=♥=
Cash felt more than saw Joe’s gaze boring into him. He refused to lift his gaze from the report he read from. Of course he heard the two bikes pull onto the property. Much like Joe and everyone else on the team that had been assigned to protect Dev, he’d been worried as hell when Trace pushed the panic button.
But that was fifteen minutes ago, with Kreed Sinacola contacting him directly when leaving the body shop. Since then, the anxiety that burned from the inside out, that had caused him such great concern, had ebbed. At least he was breathing normally again with his head in the reality of what they were doing. It was ridiculous how Dev hijacked every single thought he had.
