I grab two beers and make my way to our living room, handing her one. She has my full on attention now. She’s been holding out, and I don’t like that.

“He’s turning thirty, and word has it…he’s far from being smacked by an ugly stick.”

How in the hell can a biker president be only turning thirty? I don’t know much about that world, but my father had dealings with numerous clubs back home and never once did I meet a young president.

“Well, then I guess it’ll be bearable.”

“I love you; you know that,” she says sipping her beer.

“Yeah, I love you back. So since we gotta drive an hour across the desert for this gig tomorrow, you wanna go to the casinos this weekend while we’re out there?”

Lana and I usually work the weekends but somehow Pyro got us outta the club three nights paid. Even if we weren’t paid, it wouldn’t matter. I have plenty of savings left, and Lana isn’t sitting on a small cushion either. We both work hard and deserve every penny we have so that we rarely have to touch our savings.

“You don’t have to ask me twice. I have no idea what to wear tomorrow, do you?”

I’m with her on that. What do you wear to a motorcycle clubs president’s birthday? I mean, it’s like walking back into the hell I came from, so maybe, just maybe…

“Angels,” I whisper.

“What?” Hazel sputters.

“We’re going as sexy angels.”

“Well damn, that means I gotta get our wings outta the closet, and last time I wore them, I needed to sew a few more feathers on because you nicked it with your heels. Get your butt up; you’re helping me.”

We spend the next few hours into the morning fixing our wings and gathering things we need. We pack our bags so we can sleep in before our drive. I’m beyond exhausted and I can tell she is also, so sleeping in is just what we need.

We’re laughing and driving down the long road the GPS told us to take when our car stalls. I pull over to the side confused because it’s not old. Lana had gotten it only a few months before I came along.

“What the hell,” she mutters, climbing out before I can get the car in park.

I pop the hood and jump out. I admit we are only familiar with the basics like engine fluids, so when the hood rises, and heat rushes our bodies, I know something terrible is wrong. We’re stuck in the damn desert fifteen minutes away from where we need to be. This situation screams horror flick, and I can tell Hazel is thinking the same thing as she chomps down on her bottom lip.

“There is only one thing we can do,” I say, walking back to the driver side door.

I pull out the card, grab my phone, and dial as I sigh. This is just unbelievable. Yeah, we’re quite respectable hires, stranded in the middle of nowhere as the sun starts setting.

“Breakneck.” A snarky female answers the other line.

“Yeah, hi; can I speak with Pyro please?”

She has the audacity to huff in the phone. Did I say something wrong? I was pleasant enough. I’m losing my patience, because after this sun sets it’s gonna go from sweltering to freezing, and I don’t wanna be out here stranded when it does.

“Hunny he gets a million calls a day. I’ll take a message.” Her loud yawn comes over the phone.

That’s it. I lost the polite girl in me after my father point-blank shot the man I love. After seeing your reason for being have his brain splattered across your dress, you kind of lose your shit.

“Bitch, I’m hired entertainment for your president’s birthday. I can guarantee you that if you don’t get Pyro, he’s gonna be pissed.”

“Fuck,” she hisses. No doubt because I just found her weakness. It’s silent for what feels like a lifetime, and I look over at Lana who is just smiling, proud of me.

“Pyro,” he grunts. Okay, so she probably didn’t tell him it was me calling, and I just took him away from the party.

“Hey Pyro, it’s Winter, shit, I mean it’s Star. You didn’t hear that first part. Hazel and I are stranded fifteen minutes away.”

“Shit, where at babe?”

I look down at the map and give him our location. He goes silent before cursing up a storm. I hold out the phone, and her eyes widen as Hazel hears Pyro barking orders.

“Get in the car and lock the doors till you see our tow truck and me on my bike,” he growls.

I don’t understand, so I just nod, stunned and confused.

“Baby you’re probably nodding into the phone, right? But here’s the thing sweetness; since I can’t see you, let me hear the words.”

No wonder Hazel swoons over him. He has this thing about him. It’s sexy as hell, and yet irritating at the same time.

“Winter,” he snaps.

Shit, he used my real name.

“Dammit, I told you to forget that name,” I hiss.

“Fuckin’ answer me then.”

“I hear ya loud and clear,” I say as I hang up on him. No doubt, I’ll get an arrogant look for that. You can tell by looking at Pyro that he ain’t one of those men that will take shit off anybody.

“Well, they’re on the way, and we have to stay in the car. We’re gonna have to crack the windows though and lock the doors.”

“What? Why?” She hurries back into the car.

I climb in as I shrug a dunno. It feels like more than fifteen minutes pass by, and Hazel and I are sweating so badly that we have stripped to our bras and sweat shorts. We are obviously going to need some place to prep for our gig before we do it. I tap angrily on the dash. It’s way too hot in this damn car, and as I climb out, I see a tow truck in the distance.