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Sage heard the pipes of Kingdom’s motorcycle long before he arrived. She wondered how she missed the loud sounds bursting through the air when he’d stopped by earlier. Really, the motor or pipes or whatever they were called were so noisy, she feared neighbors would complain. The bike’s engine shut off, and the silence was followed by the scuffing of boots on the sidewalk leading to her front door.
She swung the door wide open just before he pressed the doorbell. Sage took one glance at him and deflated a little. He looks good. Too good for words. Clutching the doorjamb, she sucked in every detail of him. He’d changed into a clean pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt branded with the logo of his motorcycle club. He still wore the vest with various patches. At the tattoo shop, she’d o
