Chapter 8

• Across town, in a small apartment over his bar and bike shop, Ace Walker almost dropped the beer he was drinking as he laid sprawled out on his couch. He knew well that a fair number of women wanted to sleep with him, but he wasn’t aware that he was talking to one of them.
• He’d been very careful not to bring the Bozer’s up in any conversation for fear of giving away who he was, and now here she is, telling him outright that she’s fantasized about wrapping those fucking legs around him (a thought which makes his body feel like it may just explode) and if they weren’t still doing this secret identity bullshit, he’d invite her straight over because he was without a doubt, more aroused than he’d been in a very long time.
• And now...well now he needed info, he decided as he typed out his next question.