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Digging around, he pulled out a couple of bar towels for her to dry her arms and hands with. “Okay, give me the keys, and as soon as the meeting is over, I’ll take care of it,” he told her as he handed her the towels.

“Really?” Mercury stopped looking around the tiny breakroom when she heard him say he’d take care of her rig.

“Yeah.” Doc was about to leave her when he thought he should let her know what she was now in for. “Oh, and just an FYI, you’re now my old lady.” She cut her eyes at him and shrugged. “These guys don’t mess around, and until we have a major breakup that they either hear about or witness, that’s your fate.”

Using the towels, she dried off her arms as she listened to Doc. “I know how clubs run. My mom had a penchant for the worst of the worst when it came to bikers.”

It wasn’t unusual for women to think the worst of them. Most people saw the club colors and the bikes and assumed they were all bad men. It stopped bothering him a long time ago, but he’d be lying if he said having Mercury think badly of him didn’t bug him. “Sorry you have a bad taste in your mouth about us.”

“Not your fault,” she said.

Doc couldn’t deal with her being cold and unbuttoned his denim shirt. Pulling it off, he handed it to her. “Get out of those wet clothes and put my shirt on. It’ll probably hit you at your knees.”

“Thanks, Doc.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he told her, opening the door. Glancing back at her, Doc shook his head and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Mercury stepped to the door and turned the lock. Doc might be nice, but that didn’t mean the rest of his friends were. Pulling off her wet clothes, she dropped them to the floor with a resounding plop. Grabbing for the towel, she stilled at the sound of someone moving outside the door.

The doorknob rattled, causing Mercury to panic. She had barely got a wet arm in the shirt when she heard Doc’s voice on the other side of the door. Rushing the few feet to the door, she unlocked it and opened it a crack. “Here’s a small blanket,” he told her as he forced her to open the door wider.

“Thank you.” Doc looked past her, and Mercury looked back.Damn it.“Men. You’re all the same,” she snapped at him.

“Hey, you didn’t cover up.” It wasn’t his fault she failed to notice the full-length mirror on the back wall. Even if he wanted to be a good man, he was still a man, and she was all woman.

“Doc!”

Doc looked over his shoulder and saw Gypsy. “Don’t run off, I’ll be back for you.” The door closed, almost slamming him in the face. Walking toward Gypsy, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Let’s wrap this shit up,” Gypsy said, and couldn’t agree more with him.

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