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WAR GLANCED AROUNDthe picnic area, scanning for threats. Saturday nights had been a tradition for the Bluff Creek Brotherhood MC since his dad, Baron, and Regina had married. They opened it up to any townspeople who wanted to attend. Most people believed it was just a party. Baron, and now War as president, and the MC used it to check on everyone and check for new members. War noticed a couple new faces. He wasn’t sure if they were hangarounds or new to town. Thank goodness Baron, Rascal, and Locks were occupied with the grills.
Over the years, Baron acquired more land until Bluff Creek Brotherhood MC was a small community. The compound sat on 640 acres but only part of it was fenced in. The gun range and tactical center along with the mechanics shop were in the secondary gated area, which was outside the gated compound. The MC didn’t want people visiting the gun range to have access to the compound where they lived. When the gun range, shop, etc. were open, then the main gate to that area was open. The locals in the small town supported BCB. Having their town safe was worth a lot.
He was happy to be back, but he’d underestimated what being president entailed. Between all their different businesses, the paperwork alone was time-consuming. Even three months in, he’d only scratched the surface, but he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.
He’d missed his family and if he was being truthful with himself, he was ready to settle down. He’d never thought he’d be forty-three and unattached. He’d envisioned serving in the Army, working for a while in the police department, then coming home to the MC. He’d always figured he’d find his one. The woman who he couldn’t live without. He couldn’t imagine having anything less than what he’d grown up seeing with Baron and Regina. They were still as much in love today as they were when they met forty years ago.
Scoop walked over and motioned to a couple by the fire.
“War, you recognize them?”
War knew the hang-around who was working the bar tonight, but he didn’t recognize the woman. He wouldn’t mind getting to know her. Tight shorts highlighting a firm rounded ass leading down to thick thighs. Her hair reached a little below her shoulders. When she bent toward the man, her shirt rode up, exposing a strip of skin with a hint of a tattoo peeking out of her shorts. Her hand slid through her hair, pulling it back. Mirrored sunglasses obscured her face, but he’d caught a partial glimpse of her profile before she reached and grasped the man’s hand. She tugged him toward her as she walked backwards.
He was on the shorter side with quite the gut hanging over his belt. In his forties, War wasn’t as fit as when he was younger but he and the guys all kept in shape. Sure, his abs had a little more flesh over his six-pack, but he wasn’t bursting over his belt.
The woman giggled and slipped her arm under his, leaning her head on his shoulder. She was hot. His first look at her face had him spellbound. Dark red full lips spread in a smile had him wanting to go closer. He stood and followed at a distance. She intrigued him and he hadn’t felt that in too long. They meandered through the cars with her working to keep his hands off her breasts.
If she was so interested, why was she evading his touch? Something was off here, and his senses were telling him things weren’t as they seemed.
She brushed her ear as they reached the edge of the parking lot. She tugged him out the gates and closer to the street. What was she doing? There were a couple cars parked on the road, but they’d tried to keep everyone off the black top. They had a farmer across the way who routinely drove his tractor on the road.
The man reached for her face as an SUV skidded to a stop beside them. In seconds, two others piled out of the car and had him handcuffed on the ground. All but the woman from the party were wearing vests which said FUGITIVE RECOVERY AGENT.
“Everything okay here?”
The brunette who’d led the man out to the team turned and grinned. “It’s peachy. We’re just taking out some trash.” She slid her glasses up on her head.
He smirked at her tone. Up close, he catalogued her features. She was even more beautiful from the front. Full, lush lips. Gorgeous brown eyes which reminded him of the sunflowers his mother grew. Bustline which was curvy but not her main feature. No, he loved her full thighs and full butt.
“I appreciate that. Who should I thank for the disposal?”
“Franks and Daughters Bail Bonds.”
Oh, this was too good. She hadn’t recognized him but then he’d changed a lot, too. Who knew his little pest back in high school had turned into such a hot woman who he’d love to get closer to? She’d been pretty in high school but off limits even though he’d been tempted. Now she ignited a flame only she could put out.
“Hey, Princess, maybe I could take you out and thank you in person?”
She glared. Maybe he was wrong, and she’d known who he was already. Either way, it didn’t matter. Ticking her off might be his new favorite hobby.
“No thanks needed. Just doing our job, but we need to go and get him dropped off. Besides, it looks like the road name and becoming president hasn’t improved your personality any. I’m not your friggin’ princess, Ricky. Things have changed and I’m happy to go a couple rounds in the ring if you can’t remember what to call me.”
Climbing in the passenger seat, she tapped the dash. The driver smiled and waved, then backed into the driveway to turn.
Who knew Remington had turned into such a badass? Although his nickname for her had certainly garnered a reaction. He hoped Roam hadn’t imbibed too much but his kids were being watched by a babysitter, so anything was possible. He needed to know everything about what had happened to Remington over the years, and he required the information immediately. She was feisty. Between her body and her temper, he had to adjust himself. Maybe his response would be a onetime deal because he didn’t need to be getting any ideas about how Locks’ oldest daughter would look lying naked on his bedspread or what he’d like to do to her.
He’d hoped she’d be married with kids so his mom wouldn’t continue to bug him about them getting together but at least annoying her might provide some entertainment. He’d enjoyed getting a rise out of her in high school and nothing had changed. He only hoped his brother hadn’t hit that while he was gone because they had a rule about dating each other’s leftovers. Hell, with Remington, though, he’d be tempted to torpedo the rule.
