Making Her His (Beating the Biker 1)

“Okay. Keep me posted. But don’t worry about anything. We’re both going to be okay.”

Chrissy ended the call and took a deep breath.

“What’s that about?” Gloria leaned forward, always interested in good gossip.

“Something. Office politics maybe.”

“Is there someone you want Marcus to bump off?” Gloria offered with a smile.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, sis! Don’t even joke about something like that.”

Gloria chuckled. “Why don't you enjoy the perks of being a Mafia princess?” She wagged her eyebrows. “No reason you can't date a bad-boy biker while waiting to meet the husband Grandpa selected for you.”

Chrissy threw the pillow at her sister’s head. Gloria ducked and laughed. “You’re an annoyance,” said Chrissy.

“And you’re too uptight. Relax. Have some fun. There are worse things than enjoying yourself.”

Her phone buzzed and she glanced down, expecting more news from Jess. It wasn’t her assistant.

Saks: Hi, Beautiful. How’s your day going?

Chrissy put her head in her hands and groaned.

CHAPTER NINE

“Why,” asked Luke, “are you looking at your phone every five minutes?”

“Sorry.” Saks turned his attention to the Suzuki, whose owner complained of its loss of power. He revved the engine and listened to the sound. The engine sounded just fine—for a Suzuki. He didn’t like the Hayabusa GSX1300R. Even though it was a speedy bike, he didn’t enjoy the heavy frame that demanded he muscle into the turns to keep the bike upright. He sighed and stopped revving the bike.

“What do you think?” Luke asked from another bay. He was working on getting the winterized bikes ready for spring riding.

“Head gasket? Not sure. I’ll have to break it out and inspect it.”

“Em,” Luke called to his wife in the next room, the reception area and office, “price out a head gasket set for a 2008 Suzuki Hayabusa GSX1300R.”

“Sure, hon,” she said.

Saks rolled his eyes at the bike. No, ‘I’m busy,’ or ‘wait a minute.’ Just a simple ‘sure, hon.’ Emily worked hard, so Saks knew she was in the middle of something. But she never complained when Luke called on her. No, this couple enjoyed being in each other's company regardless of where they were.

Today, of all days, it galled him. Not that he wasn’t glad for his boss and friend, but being around this happily married couple reminded him of what he didn’t possess.

And that the babe he slept with last night hadn't returned his text.

He was a fucking idiot to think a classy woman like Chrissy would go for a grease monkey like him.

Emily stood in the door of shop and hovered in the doorway. “Saks, did you check the ignition casing?”

“What?” said Saks. His mind was focused on two things, disassembling the engine and a golden-haired vixen who screamed when she came.

“Did you check the ignition casing? There is a recall on that model on the internet. A production problem causes the wires to wear, resulting in a full or partial loss of power.”

“Recall?” Luke called from his bay. “Honey, get on the phone with them and ask if they’ll cover repair from our shop.”

“I will, sweetie, but the nearest dealership is only twelve miles away, so they probably won’t.”

“Shit,” mumbled Saks. Dealers handled recalls. Even though Luke’s shop had an excellent reputation, they didn’t have Suzuki certification. Luke hadn’t pursued it because he’d built his business on Harleys.

“Yeah. Saks, check out the ignition before pulling the engine.”