: Michael Stone
: Stronger Together A second in the Allouette Series a Novel About Sisters
: BookBaby
: 9781543927115
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: Krimis, Thriller, Spionage
: English
: 200
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Nicci Bleu goes on vacation to Tahiti to explore her southern hemisphere. Life is, after all, what you don't come dressed for. Jordin La Toi becomes a government hacker while preparing to journey to Paris to attend the reading of her father's second will worth 149 million. For Nicci and Jordin, who remains and whose remains are questions that cannot be answered with just one more mocha.

CHAPTER TWOAnchorage

 

As the sun peaked over the frozen snowy peaks of the Denali, nothing could have prepared the wilderness silence for the incoming assault of a masked rider punching the throttle of a black and chrome Harley gangster bike.

It was May. The sky remains illuminated all night for another two months. The rider was in thermal underwear and black leathers. Goggles and a heated mask protected the face. Hanging out the back of the jacket was a blond horse’s tail as big as the Alaska wilderness.

When she let out the clutch, the bike roared again, this time nearly breaking the necks of the moose and caribou foraging for grass within earshot of the Iron Maiden. The bike was beautiful. Every time she moved her new boot under the shiny shift pedal, a wide smile spread across her lips. Lips worth protecting with the finest lip balm money could buy.

In her mind’s eye, she replayed the day before at the dealership. She asked the bald salesman with the gangster soul patch and head tattoo, to show her a bike made just for her. He started off by telling her she would have to relax and let him take a few measurements.

“Hi, I’m Chugg,” he said pulling out a measuring tape and walking slowly around his customer. He put his finger firmly on her left hip and pulled the tape across her small butt to the other side.

“Hmm,” Chugg mumbled.

“Hmmm?” the customer mimed.

“Now, I need to do your inseam,” he said.

“Standing up or laying down?” she asked.

“Standing, unless you lay it down a lot,” was his reply without skipping a beat.

“You won’t need to stop at my thighs, go all the way up,” the customer challenged.

“I ride tight,” referring to hugging the frame with her crotch and legs up close to the tank.

Chugg kneeled down on the floor and placed the end of the tape under her black leather boot before pulling it up quickly to the top at the inseam poking it with his finger into the crevice.

“No thighs here,” he said, scratching his head, wishing he could take the measurement again.

“Anything else?” the customer asked knowing full well the measurement was a gimmick for the amusement of the salesman