Edge of Darkness, Arrow’s Edge MC, Book Two
Road rash and Jack meets handcuffs and street smarts.
I am a wandering disaster.
A hedonist, a lover, a son, and a rebel.
My name is Yuma.
I’m sober enough to see the need for redemption, but too blind to realize I already found it.
I am an independent seeker.
An overachiever, a friend, a misfit, and a cop.
My name is Lissie.
I’m determined enough to find acceptance, but too stubborn to see all I need is my own.
We shouldn’t get involved—all the odds are against us—but when bodies turn up on common ground and lines between duty and purpose get blurred, our future becomes clear.
“Ma’am?”
Even though the smug asshole is probably six two or three, Lissie stretches to her full length and squares her shoulders, making it clear she is not to be intimidated.
“Ma’am me one more time and I’ll have you singing soprano in the Durango Choral Society before you can blink.” That takes the wind out of his sails. “I would like the keys to my truck.”
“You can have them,” he snaps back, clearly not down for the count yet. “As soon as you pay for the work done. Fourteen hundred and twenty-seven dollars, including parts, labor, and tax.”
“You may want to try that again. I brought the truck in for an oil change. That’s what I’ll be paying for and not a penny more.”
The idiot snorts at her.
“Sorry, darlin’, no can do.”
Then he throws me a lopsided grin, clearly misreading my silence as weakness. I take an inadvertent step toward him but as if sensing me, Lissie sticks out a hand to hold me back.
“The name is Detective Bucco.” I watch with some satisfaction as he flinches at that information. “I’m with the Durango Police Department, and I strongly suggest you fetch my keys. Otherwise, I might be motivated to throw a pile of charges at you, just to see which ones are gonna stick. That should be fun, right, Yuma?” she asks me, but her eyes never leave the bastard.
“I’d be amused.”
