We arrived at our destination, and Razor told me he'd be right outside, to which I thanked him. Riley opened the door and pulled me into her signature bone-crushing hug. “You look as if you had the night of your life and are now paying for it,” she laughed, steering me straight to the couch.
“I feel like it too,” I admitted, sinking into the cushions with a groan. She made me one of her hangover concoctions, which she'd learned from a regular client at the bar, and I threw it down, as disgusting as it was. My body heated up instantly as she sat beside me, her eyes wide with curiosity.
“Girl, biker party in Phoenix? I need details.”
I gave her the highlights—the massive mansion, the incredible food, and how wild and welcoming the Owls had been. She listened with growing excitement, gaspi
