His Borrowed Daylight

He was forty-two when the warrant finally came. She talked him into signing it. I didn't know that the first time I walked into Dr. Halima Youssef's clinic with a fence post and a favor to repay. I knew she was thirty-one, that she ran a needle exchange in a town that hated her for it, and that she looked at me like a man with a bad habit. I knew I was using her. I told myself it was for my brother. What I didn't know was that the man I've been hunting for six years is her family, and that she's the reason he isn't in a grave right now. What I didn't know is that the truck parked in her back lot every Tuesday belongs to people who will burn a church to keep it there. I called the state police with her. It cost me the road captain patch and half my club and I would do it again in a parking lot at midnight with her hand over mine on the phone. An age gap motorcycle club doctor romance about grief with a job title.