Hell on Wheels (Four Horsemen MC Book 6) by Cynthia Rayne Page B

hear you right?” he questioned, glancing down at his own body. “You’re sayin’ no to this?”
    Charlie sighed. “Guess so.”
    “Well, fuck. You’re the second woman who’s turned me down in the past month. My mojo is off.” He sounded perturbed, not pissed. Charlie figured most women took him up on the offer.
    “I think your mojo is fine,” she said. “I’m…not on the market. I’m sure you’re a fantastic date.”
    He raised a wicked brow and his mouth curved into a sinful smile. “Who said anything about dating?”
    She couldn’t help but laugh at his audacity. “And on that note, I’m going.”
    Steele shrugged. “Your loss, sweetheart.”
    “I’m sure.” Charlie rounded the counter and shuffled down the hallway to find an office door. She knocked on it. “Coyote?”
    The door swung open and a man stood in front of her wearing acid yellow trousers with a patchwork coat of many colors–red, blue, pink, green, and bits of orange. Beneath that vibrant horror, he had a plaid waistcoat over a white button-down shirt, and a blue polka-dotted ribbon was tied around his throat.
    Just looking at him hurt her eyes, and she blinked a few times.
    He did a little twirl and the outfit wasn’t any better from the back. “What do you think?”
    “I think Rainbow Brite would say your outfit is too loud,” she said, wincing at the sheer ugliness. Charlie focused on the rest of his features to give her eyes a rest. He looked like he was in his twenties. He had long, straight black hair, high cheekbones, and copper skin that hinted at Native American heritage.
    “It’s supposed to be loud. It’s from the eighties, and everything was flashy then. Don’t you recognize me?”
    Charlie frowned as she eyed his costume once more. “Willy Wonka? A clown?”
    His mouth fell open. “No, I’m the sixth Doctor.”
    “Doctor who?” she asked.
    He laughed, pointing at her. “Ha! Made you say it.” Then he turned and walked into his office. He peeled off the coat and carefully hung it on a hook on the wall, along with the waistcoat, which left him in the yellow trousers and white shirt. He shrugged on a leather cut like Axel wore.
    “You’re Coyote, right?” she asked. Unless some crazy guy had broken in?
    He nodded. “Yep, that’s me, but I answer to Yo as well. Sorry about the getup. I just wanted to try out my new cosplay outfit.”
    “Cosplay?”
    “Yeah, costume play for the next comic con.” He bit his lower lip. “If I make it there.”
    Charlie took a good look around his office. Coyote didn’t seem like a biker. There was a definite nerd vibe. On the wall, he had framed Avengers posters, along with one that featured an enormous blue box and the words: Keep Calm and Call the Doctor . Across his desk, he had an assortment of action figures. He had a big-screen television in front of a recliner on one side of the room, as well as an X-Box.
     It looked like a dorm room. At MIT.
    “Little disconcertin’, huh?” he asked.
    “Excuse me?”
    “Yeah, out there, it’s like the Wild West,” he said, waving a hand at the doorway. “And in here, its nerd vana.” He shrugged. “But it works. If the zombie apocalypse starts, this is the place to be. We got ammo to last for years and plenty of entertainment. All we need is some of Voo’s canned goods.”
    Charlie laughed.
    He wagged a finger at her. “Don’t laugh, it could happen one day. Then you’ll be wishin’ you horded toilet paper and Twinkies.”
    That didn’t any make sense, but Charlie left it alone. “Okay. So, about Beauregard…”
    “Right. You’re gonna be stealin’ from Voldemort.” He whistled. “I’m not sure if that’s brave or stupid.”
    Charlie laughed. That was one reference she’d picked up on. Beauregard was the big-time evil in town, so it was fitting. “Probably a mixture of both.”
    “Well, I can help you out.” He leaned forward to whisper, “Ever since he tricked our club into helping him, I’ve