Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Not that he’d tested it.
At least not that often.
He’d lucked out. Today had been the perfect weather to take a long scenic ride to the DEA offices outside of Pittsburgh, since he’d been jonesing to get his girl out of the garage once winter decided to fuck off. He only hoped it stayed away, but in early April the weather could go either way.
Boiling hot one day, snowstorm the next.
Mother Nature was so unpredictable, she must’ve bought meth from the Demons.
Hopefully with spring arriving, Finn, as the BAMC road captain, would start scheduling monthly or bi-weekly runs. Crew was ready to take to the open road with his brothers.
It would also be good for Nox to get out on his bike, too. That was after they cornered him first for the intervention Axel Jamison had scheduled. Finding the time to get almost all the BAMC members together had been tough since everyone worked different hours and shifts.
But to Jamison—and the rest of them—doing the intervention was priority since Nox needed a little tough love right now and no one was better to do it than his fellow Blue Avengers who considered him family.
Crew found a parking spot occupied with another motorcycle and crab-walked Foxy in reverse next to it before shutting her down.
After sliding off his half-helmet, he hooked it over one side of the handlebars, scraped his fingers through his short hair and threw his leg over. Once his feet were on solid ground, he reached for the sky and arched his back in an attempt to loosen his tight muscles, all while groaning.
Even though he was only in his early forties, that ride alone left him sore and aching. An unnecessary reminder that getting old sucked.
Twenty years ago, he could’ve done backflips all the way into the DEA field office. Today, there might be a bit of a hitch in his step.
Damn, his bladder was also reminding him that it no longer liked to be full.
He hoofed it toward the building so he could take care of his personal business before heading to his superior’s office to deal with official Tri-State Federal Drug Task Force business.
As he reached to pull open the reflective-glass door, it swung outward, and a whirlwind slammed right into him. Even though the woman was petite and about a foot shorter than him, the impact still knocked him back a step before he got his feet back under him and grabbed her by the elbow to set her straight, too.
“Jesus, watch where you’re going!”
Her dark brown eyes narrowed on him and she pulled her elbow from his grip. “I could tell you the same.”
She checked him out as he did the same.
Her well-fitted gray dress pants with a matching blazer emphasized her slender frame. Under the jacket was a lapel-collared white shirt that contrasted with her tawny complexion that reminded him of Rez’s. That meant she was either really into tanning or her skin tone came naturally.
“You were running out of there like your ass is on fire. You need to pay attention.”
“I could tell you the same.”
Her dark brown, maybe even black, hair was pulled tight into a neat bun, and she wore just enough makeup to emphasize her natural beauty.
“The glass is reflective. I couldn’t see you coming,” he explained.
“I could tell you the same.”
Holy fuck, was that the only response she knew?
“I accept your apology,” he said dryly.
One of her dark eyebrows lifted. “I didn’t give you one since you ran into me.”
From what he could tell, she wasn’t in her early twenties, but she also wasn’t out of that decade, either. And for him, she was too young whether she was twenty-one or twenty-nine despite being dick-hardening hot.
“Clearly you’re wrong.”
Her lips curved the slightest bit and her eyes held a gleam he didn’t like. “I could tell you the same.”
Holy fuck. “I’ve got a meeting to get to.” He raised his palm as her mouth opened. “Don’t even.” He noticed she wasn’t wearing any ID, a requirement to be in the building. “Are you supposed to be here?”
That gleam turned into a sparkle that he really didn’t like. “Are you?”
He set his jaw. “Do you even work for the agency?”
“Do you?”
He was done with this ridiculous conversation that wasn’t even a conversation. He didn’t know what the fuck it was. Annoying, that was what it was. And a waste of his time. “I actually have important business here.”
She shrugged her narrow shoulders. “So do I.”
He doubted that. “Then go do it.”
Her eyebrows shot up and any amusement in her eyes disappeared. “I don’t need your permission.” As she pushed past him and booked it toward the parking lot, she called out over her shoulder, “It was not nice to meet you!”
“I could say the same to you!” he yelled back with a shake of his head.