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“You’re late.” “I’m aware of the time.” She lifted her wrist with her watch. “I notified Crew. Maybe he didn’t get the message.” “Since I’m not Crew, I wouldn’t know,” came the deep rumble that vibrated through her all the way to her toes. She blinked, tipped her head to the side and stared at him. She reluctantly allowed herself a few seconds to check him out by rolling her gaze from the top of his short dark blond hair, along his clean-shaven face, over his broad shoulders, down his trim torso and his belted waist to his long denim-encased legs. He wore heavy boots that reminded her of what bikers wore. That would make sense since she’d been told the first floor of this very building was the official clubhouse for the Blue Avengers MC, a motorcycle club made up strictly of law enforcement. She had to assume he rode with them. When she finally lifted her gaze, she noticed he’d been doing the same thing. Touché. She raised one eyebrow when his eyes finally rose enough to meet hers. “Were you late because you had to do your makeup and hair?” Dang. Unless she was undercover, she usually pulled her hair up into a very neat and tight bun while she worked. Since she wasn’t sure what this assignment would entail yet, she decided to leave it down and simply finger-comb it. And yes, she had put on some makeup but that wasn’t why she was late. Typical misogynistic butt. Unfortunately, that wasn’t anything new in her line of work. “Well, of course. Plus, I had to fix the chip in my nail polish and pick out the right shoes so they wouldn’t clash with my purse. Oh, and make sure my panties and bra matched.” She slapped a hand to her chest and bugged out her eyes. “Getting ready for the day as a woman is exhausting.” “You’re not carrying a purse.” “And you are so darn observant.” “Just so you know, we can’t see your underwear.” “And you never will.” A grin spread across his dangerously handsome face and he finally took a step back to stop blocking her entry. He lowered his voice a hair. “That sounded like a challenge.” “Obviously, one you’d never win.” One side of his mouth tilted up even higher and his dark eyes sharpened. Oh yes, he was going to be so much fun to deal with. “Think so?” “Know so,” she answered with confidence, stepping over the threshold. 🎉 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇: "Jeanne St James has done it yet again!!!! This is the first book of the Blue Avengers MC series and HOLY SMOKES is it amazing!" —Ana A, Amazon "What a fantastic story to kick off a new series! Nova and Fletch have chemistry that is off the chart!" —Suzanne P, Amazon

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