The whole day had been a disaster, none of her old clothes had been salvageable. And the guys working on her house had thrown everything into the dumpster outside the front of the house.
The neighbours had been twitching curtains, probably dying to know what was going on, but intimidated by the half dozen man-mountains currently emptying all her broken furniture into the said dumpster.
“That’s it!” Shanna stood, hands-on-hips, eyes blazing bright.
“Steady Shanna, your animal is showing,” Logan said with a wink and a grin. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up off her feet, and swung her in a circle. She let out a yelp.
“Let's go shopping, my treat. Brand new clothes for a brand new life?” he set her on her feet, and she swayed against him.
“Puke,” one biker said,
