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Making of Them (Beating the Biker 3)

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Jessica came through the roped area, waving her arm.

“Jessica!” Chrissy flushed with excitement at seeing her friend from home. It seemed forever since she’d seen anyone she knew. Though she talked to Jess on the phone nearly each day, it was different laying eyes on a familiar face.

Chrissy held up the sign she’d made that said, “Jessica Saunders.”

Jess laughed.

“You. Look at you all dressed in London fashion.”

Chrissy blushed. Pearson did make her upgrade her wardrobe “to present the proper image.” It wasn’t a hardship, though, since he sent her to a top woman’s des

igner and paid for the new wardrobe.

“Oh, not everything is London. I have Parisian pieces, too.”

“Looks good.”

“Don’t worry; Mr. Pearson, if he takes you around, will buy your clothes to dress ‘appropriately.’ But you look good, too. When did you go blonde?”

“Shortly after you left. I’ve always liked your hair color, but I didn’t want to be a copycat.”

“Well, it looks great on you.”

“Yeah, but we could be like twins, can’t we?”

“Yes. The sister I never had,” Chrissy said sarcastically.

Jess rolled her eyes. “You have a sister.”

“Yeah, but not a sweetheart like you. Thank you so much for coming to help me out so I could go home. Especially when I’ve told you how impossible Mr. Pearson can be.” In fact, Chrissy almost felt a tad bit guilty about pitting someone so nice against Pearson.

“You told me some good stories, but I don’t believe them.”

Chrissy chuckled, and took her arm. “Oh, you’ll see.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Every bit of paperwork looked like the last. Saks’ eyes had long since glazed over, even if he was grateful to be a bit closer to the action. “Come on, Luke,” he begged, “just let me help a little. These business accounts are killer.”

“No,” Luke said from the garage.

“But—”

“No buts. You can' t be in the garage until the doctor clears you.”

“Fuck,” Saks muttered. He liked his job, but he never thought he’d be the one to envy the guys who were working on the bikes. Now he knew that nothing was more boring than sitting in front of a computer all day. At least Luke kept him on the payroll, though, and his working in the shop was more to curb his boredom with his injury than to do actual work. It was only due to Luke’s insistence that he be cleared for light duty that he was able to do it at all. At least it gave him the opportunity to learn the operational aspects of the business and give him a reason to get out of bed.

Mail scattered onto the floor from the door’s mail slot. Saks pushed out of the chair and went to gather them all up. Several of them were from the State Department.

“Yo, Luke. Looks like they’re here.”

Luke walked into the office, wiping grease off his hands with a shop rag.

“What’s here?” he said.

“The passports. For the road trip to Canada.”

“That’s good. Put Emily’s and mine on the desk and I’ll pick them up before I leave.”



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