After a quick drive into the small Montana town to pick up riding gear for me, Rock strapped a helmet on my head, and we were off.

I held on to Rock for dear life at first, especially when he took hairpin turns around the windy back road. But soon I was looking above at the big sky, enjoying the wind on my face and the beautiful scenery around me.

We stopped for a late lunch at a biker bar.

Yes, a biker bar. I, Lacey Nicole Ward, good girl extraordinaire, went into a biker bar.

“Rock Wolfe! Good to see you!” A burly and bearded man wearing a black Harley vest greeted us.

“Hey, Burke, good to see you too. Though I think you just saw me two weeks ago.”

“True that. But I heard you went off to New York.”

“Where’d you hear that?”

“Word gets around,” he said. “How about a beer?”

“Not while I’m riding. But we’ll look at the menu for lunch.”

“Good enough.” He sauntered away.

“That’s odd,” Rock said.

“What?”

“That he knows I went to New York. I never talk about my family with these guys. They have no idea I’m part of that Wolfe family.”

“It wouldn’t be too hard to find out,” I said. “Just do a search for Derek Wolfe, and his children will be listed. How many Rock Wolfes are there in the world?”

He shook his head. “I smell a rat somewhere. Like I told Burke, I was just in here two weeks ago, before my father died. There was no reason for him to even know I’d been out of town.”

A tattooed server with three nose rings brought us water and menus.

“Honey, could you send Burke back over here?” Rock said.

I didn’t relish him calling her honey, but if he was attracted to me, no way would he be attracted to her. She was pretty, but I was as strait-laced as they came. No ink, no piercings. Well, my ears, but that didn’t count.

“Sure, Rock.”

“You know her?”

“That’s Honey. She’s Burke’s sister.”

I nearly spit out the drink of water I’d taken. “Honey is her name?”

“Yeah…” Then he guffawed. “You thought I was calling her honey?”

“What else was I supposed to think?”

Rock continued to laugh.

“I don’t see anything funny from where I’m sitting.” I took another drink of water.

“Sorry, Lace. But Honey and I…” He continued laughing. “It’s just too much to even think about. Besides, she lives with two men. They share her.”

“They what?”

“It’s a threesome. A permanent ménage a trois.”

“Do the guys…? With each other?”

“I have no idea.” He shook his head. “Don’t want to know. But if they do, you can bet no one gives them any shit. They’re both the size of tanks.”

“And her brother…?”