Alejandro: Padre Knights Mc
“ "Who are these guys?" she asked above the roar of the engines.
"They're our volunteers," Ali replied proudly. "They're good guys, and they've offered to help. Free labor, right?" Karen laughed. "When you said 'volunteers' I was thinking, you know, maybe some Eagle Scouts. Where on earth did you get these fellas?" She gave them a thorough once-over: arms covered with tattoos, bodies clad in denim and leather. Luckily, it seemed more shock and curiosity than disapproval.
Ali shrugged. "One of them is an old high school friend of mine. He owes me." She cast a sideways glance at Alejandro. Behave, she'd warned him earlier that day. We're not ready to be public with this, and Karen's pretty sharp. As if she'd never said a word, he was devouring her with his eyes. Damn him.
Karen raised her eyebrows at her and Ali blushed. "Don't ask," she begged.
“Alaine Owens, I think there's a story to be told here,”
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