Diesel’s eyes remained trained on Tracey. He wasn’t about to make any woman his. He’d been a lone wolf since he was nineteen years old, when his mother lost a long, hard battle with cancer, and he’d left the only home he’d ever known in Hope Valley, Colorado. At thirty-two, the only ties he had or wanted were to the brotherhood of the Dark Knights motorcycle club, of which he was a Nomad member—loyal to the club without claiming any chapter as his own. But Moon had a point about him being there too long. Diesel was a bounty hunter, and he didn’t usually stay anywhere more than a few weeks before he got the itch to climb on his motorcycle and take off to another town or state. But he’d stuck around as a favor to the president of the motorcycle club’s old lady, Red Whiskey. Her oldest son, Bullet, had run the bar for years, but now that he and his wife had a baby girl, he wanted more family time. Diesel had stepped in and taken over in the evenings.

Then there was the second favor Red had asked of him. The favor regarding Tracey, who had escaped an abusive relationship and had been a scared, broken bird without a nest—She’s a special girl, and I need you to watch over her. Keep her safe. The favor, and the girl, had kept him there for nearly two years.

“I’d say fuck her out of your system,” Moon said, jarring Diesel from his thoughts. “But Tracey’s not like that. She’s the kind of girl you settle down with.”

No shit. Diesel dropped the towel and stepped on it to mop the liquor off the floor. “I’d split that pretty little thing in half.”

Tracey might have come into her own these last two years and gone from a broken bird to a wise owl, but at six foot six and two hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle, with a cock worthy of a hundred women kneeling at his feet, Diesel spoke the truth. Tracey was only a hair over five feet tall, and couldn’t weigh more than a buck ten soaking wet. Not to mention that she was too damn sweet for the likes of him. But even that didn’t keep thoughts of having her tight little body wrapped around him at bay. He didn’t know how it had gotten to that point when he’d initially only been all about protecting her, but hell if she didn’t send lust scorching through his veins.