“Tucker.” Clays brother says.

Then the other man adds, “Miles.”

I give both of them a smile, then glance up at Clay. “Thanks for looking out for me.”

“No problem.” He jerks up his chin.

With nothing else to do I turn to my dad. “I’ll wait for you before I pull out.”

“Yeah, kid I’ll be just a minute.” He lifts his chin.

I hustle over to my car and get in behind the wheel. After putting my bags in the passenger seat, I start the engine then look at the rearview mirror at the men still behind my car, talking. I have no idea what is being said but neither Clay nor my dad look very happy, which is making me curious. After a minute, my dad walks off with the other guys, and Clay stands there watching them go, then turns his head. Our eyes meet in my mirror, and I bite my lip then drag my eyes off his. I put my car in reverse then check the mirror to make sure it’s clear. When I see it is, I back up, then pass my dad, hearing the sound of his bike pull up behind me along with another. When I look in the mirror again, I see my dad and Clay riding side by side and a sense of déjà vu washes over me. My grandma’s always said that déjà vu is just a way of something bigger than us letting us know that we are on the right path. I just don’t know what that means for me in this instance.

Chapter 2

Clay

HEARING SOMEONE BANGING on my front door, I drop the weights in my hands to the mat at my feet and grab a towel off the weight bench. As I make my way across the concrete floors, Skye falls into step with me, with her ears up and her tail wagging.

“What’s up?” I greet Tucker and Miles as I swing open the door then turn to head for the kitchen.

“What the fuck was that yesterday?” Tucker asks as I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge.

“What the fuck was what?” Dayton asks, looking a little worse for wear as he steps out of the room he’s been crashing in since he got into town a couple of days ago.

“Were you out all night?” I raise a brow his direction.

“Yes, Dad.” He squints his eyes. “Why the fuck do you need so many windows?”

“I like the light.” I put the bottle to my lips and tip it back.

“Are you going to ignore my question?” Tucker bites out, planting his hands on his hips.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “Yesterday I was helping you out.”

“You know you’re supposed to be invisible. We can’t catch these guys if we don’t have a trail to follow.” Tucker points out.

My jaw clenches. He’s not wrong; I’ve been laying in wait for months, waiting for these guys to slip up, and yesterday when I was sure they did, I fucked up. I shouldn’t have stepped in, I should have just got the information I needed to put the pretty brunette on radar, then let the situation play out, but there was something about her that clawed at my insides and urged me to protect her.