The MC President’s Wanted Woman
she said.
I looked at her. “Kind of?”
“Really bossy.”
“I’m the president of a motorcycle club, Claire. Somebody’s got to keep these assholes from doing something stupid.”
“Must be exhausting.”
“You have no idea.”
She smiled, and I could feel her thumb moving against my palm.
The kiss came when she leaned toward me, close enough that I could’ve met her halfway. I waited until she closed the distance, then put my free hand against her cheek.
She kissed me again when I started to move back, her fingers tightening around mine. I slipped my arm around her waist and drew her closer, and for a while, I forgot about the fucking sheriff and the damn USB sitting in my safe.