Lucky Girl (Lucky Alphas Book 2)
By: Mallory Crowe“All right. If you want to play policeman on this, we can. Let’s get all of the boxes together that we have. We can take them to the station to get dusted for prints.”
“We can’t take them to the police here,” she pointed out.
“Why not? You have a history with the Birdsville Police Department you don’t want me knowing about?”
“Oh, trust me, I’m clean as a whistle." At least she had been ever since her hell raising days. As much as the police might not like her, they wouldn't arrest her. However Lucas didn't need to know those details about her past quite yet... " But I don’t want the police recognizing the boxes if we bring them in. We still don’t know if someone’s found one and gone to the cops about it yet. We need to keep this far away from Birdsville.”
“All right. Fair point. Tomorrow morning we’ll scan the woods once more and then I’ll call one of my contacts in the police force and have them run prints.”
“Sounds good. You can take the west side and I’ll take the east side.”
“Come on. What’s the point of being partners if we don’t actually work together? I’ll meet you here at eight a.m. and we’ll check out the woods together.”
“That’s ridiculous. Why spend twice the time we need to?”
“Because I don’t want to miss anything. Do you think Wade just wants me working with you to babysit you? He doesn’t trust either of us to get this done. Now, if we fail at this, you might lose a little face but that’s about it. If I don’t finish this job, I’ll lose a hell of a lot more than that. So if the very, very rich billionaire paying my bills wants me to work closely with you, I’m gonna wrap myself around you even tighter than that towel is right now.”
Instinctively, Harper wrapped her arms around herself, holding the towel tighter before she realized what she was doing. “I hardly think that’s necessary.”
“Well, that’s the thing. Wade hired me because he knows I go above and beyond what’s asked of me. I guess you could call me an overachiever.”
“Of all the things I could think to call you, overachiever isn’t even close to the top of my list.”
“Then obviously you haven’t talked to any of my ex-girlfriends.”
Lucas took a deep drink of his coffee as a rumbling noise broke through the peaceful ambiance of the park surrounding him. He looked over to see an all-too-familiar silhouette on a black sports bike drive up and come to a stop next to him. Even with the dark helmet that concealed her face, the leather jacket, gloves, and jeans, he already recognized that body. He probably should be surprised that she drove a bike, but he really wasn’t. It all just seemed to make sense. Of course she was on a motorcycle. Now he couldn’t imagine her driving any other vehicle.
“I see you like to make an entrance,” he said as she pulled the helmet off her head.
“It gets me where I need to go.” She hung the helmet up on one of the handlebars, then worked her gloves off. “Do you want to get looking for boxes, or do you want to keep judging my bike?”
Lucas raised a brow and took another drink of coffee. He was guessing Harper hadn’t had the luxury of a caffeine fix this morning, judging from her attitude. Not that she was usually known for being so pleasant. “I wasn’t judging your bike. I like it. Reminds me of the one I used to ride.”
All of a sudden, he’d piqued her interest. “You used to ride?”
“Yeah, a few years ago.”
“Why did you stop?”
“I had bills to pay and no money. I would’ve rather gotten rid of my car, but in my job, I have to drive clients around, lug camera equipment, and sometimes unsavory people I’d rather not have riding bitch with me. It just didn’t make sense to keep the bike.”
Harper looked at him, and for the briefest moment he saw her lips tighten and her brows furrow together. Nope. He wasn’t taking a single second of her pity. “But at least I drove a real bike.”
Poof, all pity was gone. “What the hell do you mean by that?”
“You know. Black and chrome, V-twin engine, enough rumbling that people can hear me from a mile away. That fancy little thing you’ve got is more for show than riding.”
