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“It’s fixable, right?”

The hot man stared at me for a second before looking at my dad’s truck. Rubbing the back of his neck, he sighed, turned to me and replied, “Uh, I don’t think so. The back half of the wrecker is in the engine. I think it’s a total loss.”

“Damn,” I muttered as my shoulders sagged. “My dad is going to kill me.”

“I think your dad is going to be happy you aren’t hurt. You aren’t hurt, are you?”

Shaking my head, I said. “No. The air bags deployed. I’m fine.”

“Good. I need to call Gunner. Will you be okay while I do that?”

“Huh?” my head snapped to his, seeing the cut he was wearing for the first time.

Shit.

He was one of them.

“Why do you have to call him?”

“He owns Son’s Wrecker Service.”

“Oh, God. You are one of them, aren’t you?”

The hot man grinned. “One of who?”

“You’re a brother in the Sons of Hell, M.C.”

“Name’s Scribe and you are?” he asked, typing something into his phone.

“Sarah Brewer.”

Scribe looked at me quizzically. “Any relation to Beth and Mike Brewer?”

“They’re my parents,” I muttered, when I heard the distinct sound of motorcycle pipes roaring towards us. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was him.

Fuck me. My day was now complete.

When the bike stopped, I heard him curse, I hung my head in shame. Could this day get any worse?

“Dude, how in the hell did you get here so fast? Thought you were supposed to be with Frank today?” the pink-hairedbrother asked, walking away from me.

“Was in town for some coffee. I was about to head up the mountain when I got your text. What happened? Wait a minute. Isn’t that Mike’s truck?”

“Yeah. His dau...”

“Sarah!” Gunner yelled, his feet pounding on the pavement towards me as he pushed the pink-haired guy out of the way. Before I could utter a word, his hands twirled me around.

Facing him, I gulped, waiting for his condemnation.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m...” I barely got out before he engulfed me in his arms.

Holy fuck.

He smelled so damn good.

Melting into him, I let myself have this one moment. His arms were so strong. I felt safe, cherished. I knew it was wrong to feel this way, but I couldn’t help it. From the moment I saw him, I knew there was something special about him.