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very well, did she? But she would.
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    Mollie sat in the bright lights of a Denny’s with two men she’d never met before tonight. One was a dangerous badass whose hard body she’d been plastered up against flying down the highway as he’d saved her life. The kind she should be running from if the way she could hardly keep her eyes off him was any indication.
    The other man was Julian’s opposite, cultured in a moneyed, clean-cut way. Chase wore a diamond ring and gold watch, but nothing overly fancy. The shirt he’d probably thrown on in haste was the silk kind that other men wore on special occasions. His nails were manicured, but his dark brown hair bore no sign of any hair products.
    Both of these gorgeous strangers sitting opposite her in the booth claimed to want to help her find her sister. Julian was laying out what he knew about outlaw motorcycle gangs from his past weeks of travel. As she watched the muscles of his jaw clench beneath his olive skin and faint shadow, she couldn’t help remembering Detective Boyd’s warning.
    “My superior knows someone who knows this Justiss guy, so maybe he’s on the up and up. But the two bikers, I’d be very careful.”
    “But you said—”
    “I know what I said in front of them. Between you and me, having Cuevas at your side is better than being alone. He says he’s SEAL, just got out of the military. I can believe it by the gleam in his eyes, the edge. My cousin is a SEAL. They’re fearless. Dogged. Machines.”
    Wasn’t she, though? Not in her everyday life, but in her search for Di?
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
    “Remember this: He fired into a car in which you were sitting. Missing you by inches. Supposedly he’s a master sniper, but he takes chances. His edge goes beyond the norm. Be careful how involved you get with him.” He’d given her a meaningful nod
.
    As though she’d get involved with Julian. He was the total opposite of the type of man she got involved with.
“It’s my sister who goes for the bad boys, not me.”
    “We need to find their clubhouse,” Chase was saying, bringing her back to present. “I did some research on motorcycle clubs on the flight here. They always have a clubhouse and eventually everyone goes there at one point or another.”
    “I know where it is,” Mollie said. “I followed a pack of the Kings there a week ago and staked it out but saw neither Di nor Brick.”
    Julian looked at Chase. “She kills me. She really does.”
    Chase turned to her. “The caveat to helping you, if you’re going to insist on being part of the investigation, is that you defer to Julian’s leadership. Your emotional stake in this can blind you. You run into a dangerous situation, my operative is going after you, because that’s the way they are. Now he’s in danger, too. So you follow his orders. Are we in agreement?”
    A tiny part of her railed at these men coming in and taking over. But she had been alone for so much of this ordeal, and having help, even temporarily, eased a deep ache inside her. Hell, she’d met biker gang members and made promises to give them money if they gave her a viable lead. She could agree to this. Her gaze went to Julian’s, and something fluttered in her chest. “Yes.”
    Chase swiped his finger across his tablet. “Give me everything you know about Brick, along with any pictures. I have a contact in the ATF who’s done some undercover work in the California clubs. I’ll tap him and see if he can give me any information. We need to run down this Brick guy. It might be as simple as finding your sister with him.”
    Mollie’s heart shifted with hope as she recounted everything she knew and sent Chase the pictures. She couldn’t give up hope, but it was a double-edged sword, cutting deep when she hit another dead end.
    The server brought their meals, both men insisting that she eat something heavyon protein but with some carbs because she “needed to keep herself going.” It was always she