Precious Sacrifice (11 page)

“C’mon in. We don’t bite much. Name’s Jace.”

She breathed in again, swooned, then swiftly recovered and slipped past Jace into the garage.

Eau de Biker.
Mmm.
Oil, leather, and beer smells always did it to her. Her panties had wet through in an instant.

But, she had a job to do.

The garage was dark, dingy and filled with testosterone-hyped tatted up bikers. They roamed across the concrete floor checking out the chromed bikes like a pack of thirsty hungry snakes let loose on a Sunday picnic of virginal squeaky mice.

She shook her head, knowing she’d imagined that with way too many adjectives. Sometimes her imagination went a little ga ga.

Past the knowledge that she was here to look for Cyndie, she wondered, ever so hopefully, if among these men she would find her holy grail – what she’d been saving herself for from the day she opened the pages of her first romance novel – the man with the ten inch purple-headed schlong.

Fabio with his flowing locks could take a hike.