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CHAPTER 208

Beth

It took a bit of work to get Rack to take me out on the bike because he worries Angelo could have men watching us. Dax actually comes to the rescue and explains that if any strangers were hanging around Peach City, the town where the clubhouse is located, he’d know. I add in that I’m going stir crazy and need to escape if only for an hour or so. Rack gives in and the first part of the plan is in the bag.

I rode a motorbike in Haiti. It in no way compares to the power of the Harley that rumbles with a loud purr as Rack navigates the winding highway. My hands lock tightly around his waist and my chest presses firmly against his back. Loose strands of my tied-back hair fly around my face as the warm wind hits us.

Rack’s hair has grown out even more, but it’s still a long way from being in his eyes. I think it’s sexier now, and tonight I’ll enjoy holding onto it.

Freedom is the only word that comes to mind while we ride. “Wherever we end up, we need a motorcycle,” I shout into Rack’s
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