No. Of course the cartel hadn’t attacked. The bikes wouldn’t be here if something had happened. The men would be out riding to God knew where, not here like sitting ducks.
They’d be taking action, not waiting for something to happen.
Regardless of her reasoning, she was perturbed by the quiet. And then she heard a roar. It wasn’t the roar of a crowd or even a man’s bellow of rage or satisfaction. It belonged to an animal, and it had her rearing back in stunned surprise.
Then came another roar, and she heard a slight deviation to it. It was huskier, deeper... a different bellow belonging to another animal.
Two roaring animals in the backyard?
Was that possible?
Well, she’d learned that anything was possible in America, but whether it was likely was another matter entirely.
Another ro
