Carson is fussy. Hell, I'm fussy. I have no control and it's like being at the ranch all over again.

Rack is delivering me into the hands of a motorcycle gang. A very bad one. He didn't pull punches when he told me who and what they are.

I walk back and forth over the cool tile floor and bounce Carson against my chest.

"I'll walk with him if you need to sleep."

I turn to Shelby, who's been nothing but wonderful. Now I've brought danger straight to her doorstep. ...