Traitor (Iron Vultures MC #1)

Bones

I lean against Temper's desk, watching as she moves around, packing up her stuff. The office is quiet, her assistant already gone for the night. It's late, but I don't mind waiting. I like waiting for her. It means I get to take her home.

It's been over a month since we started reconnecting and it feels like I'm winning at life. Dinners, coffee, late-night rides. Another paintball match at her request. I didn't let her win this time, and she pouted like I stole her last piece of chocolate. But she recovered fast, declared she'd "get my ass" next time, and that was that.

She's been riding with me constantly, to and from work at least a few times a week. It's my favorite way to start and end the day, her body warm against mine, her arms around me. I've been lucky as fuck that the weather warmed up fast. No snow, no ice, just open roads. She can ride with me anytime she wants.