Troubled Son: Savage Sons MC Romance by Jayna King Page A

and I hoped I wouldn't have to do the same. If it gave us an advantage in terms of putting our case together, I knew I'd do it, though.
    I wasn't even sure if I'd have to share a bathroom with Moses. I assumed that there was a spare bedroom, but I wasn't used to sharing my space. Even when I was in St. Louis, Jason and I had maintained separate residences, and had only spent a night or two a week together. I liked it that way. As an only child, I'd never had to share a room, and I wasn't sure that I ever wanted to. Sure, I figured that I'd get married someday, but the thought of spending days on end living with the same person just seemed to foreign to me.
    All packed, the only thing left to do was get dressed, load up my shitty car, and pick some new old clothes at the secondhand store. I pulled out an old pair of jeans from the back of my closet. I hadn't moved much to Denver that I wasn't sure I'd wear, but the old jeans I held were one of my favorite pairs. Slightly out of date and frayed at the hem, I figured that this case was probably my last chance to wear them. They were the most expensive pair of jeans I'd ever bought, which meant, of course, that they looked like ragged castoffs. Except for the fact that they fit me perfectly.
    I'd bought them several years ago at a ridiculously expensive boutique in New York on a weekend visit with a friend from law school. I wasn't the easiest person to fit -- I wasn't perfectly petite and skinny as a rail. The salesperson had looked me up and down and brought me a single pair of jeans to try. They were perfect. I didn't even care that they cost hundreds of dollars. They looked amazing. I hadn't tried them on in a long time, though, and I hoped they still looked okay.
    Since I'd spent all day yesterday daydreaming about Moses in between my tech tutorials, I decided to wear something really sexy. I pulled out my favorite black boy shorts with the contrasting purple lace and slipped them on. I put on my jeans and realized that I'd forgotten just how low-rise they were. They just barely covered my underwear. I put on my matching bra, glad it was a pushup. I 'd decided that I wanted to see if I could knock Moses' socks off. He'd seemed all calm and collected while I'd been hot and bothered during our shopping trip. I wondered if I could get him as distracted as I 'd been.
    I decided that I looked pretty good in my jeans and bra that gave me amazing cleavage. I picked out the tiniest tank I had and pulled it over my head. Perfect. All I needed was the jacket that Moses had promised me. In the meantime, I'd have to settle for my North Face jacket and my Doc Martens again.
    Suitcase packed, I lugged it and my backpack with my electronic equipment to the parking garage. I loaded up the car and headed out for my shopping. I hit both Goodwill and the Salvation Army and ended up having to buy a huge duffel bag to shove everything in. I figured I'd have enough to get me through the case, assuming that Moses' shack had a washer and a dryer.
    I grabbed a sandwich for lunch, chatted briefly with Tombley to confirm that I'd gotten his message about my meeting Moses at his tattoo studio that afternoon, and realized that I needed to get on the road if I didn't want to be late. As dangerous as it was, I was actually looking forward to seeing Moses again. I felt a little nervous, wondering what he'd think of the outfit I'd chosen.
    I followed the directions I'd jotted down before I'd left home. It was going to take a while to get used to life without a smartphone again. I pulled into the parking lot and could tell right away that Moses was there. His matte black bike occupied the parking space directly in front of the door. There were a couple of other bikes in the lot, along with several cars. Since the rest of the strip mall wasn't occupied, except for the convenience store at the opposite end, I could only assume that Red Sea Tattoo was busy. I checked the time and decided to head inside even