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"I'm going to shower and change. Unless you need me?"

I'm looking at her.

Of course I fucking need her.

"Go ahead, darlin'."

Her smile does something dangerous to my chest.

Then she's gone down the hall.

Striker waits until the bathroom door closes.

"Darlin'?"

I grab him by the shoulder and steer him onto the porch.

"Out."

He laughs all the way through the door.

Cold air hits my face. Doesn't do a damn thing for the heat crawling under my skin.

"Go on," I tell him.

Striker leans against the porch rail.

"With what?"

"Whatever shit you've been saving."

"Prefer an audience."

"Get a hobby."

"Found one."

I stare at him.

He grins.

Then the grin fades.

"Got something for you."

About fucking time.

"Talk."

"We caught the driver. Hound and a couple of the boys found him trying to get a ride out of the county."

"Where is he?"

"With the other asshole. Neither one's giving up a name."

"Give 'em time."

"Working on it."