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There was a tingling at the base of Greta’s skull as she drove to her date with James. Her first outing since her breakup with Cutter. James was a brilliant criminal attorney, ambitious, but dedicated to social justice, like Sage. She swerved sharply to the right and ducked into a narrow alley. Squinting through the deep shadows, she zigzagged through the streets of downtown Utica until she lost the car following her.
It might be Cutter, because, even if they hooked up with other women, bikers were notoriously chauvinistic. Her lip curled. Angie. Little submissive b***h. She hated her on principle alone. Gah. Or it was a Dark Horseman, but she didn’t have the energy to wrap her mind around that possibility. At any rate, she knew how to lose a tail, and the idiots were either drunk, hi
