Kade

Wren Calloway knows better than to work at the Rusted Spur. She takes the job anyway. On her first shift, a man at the end of the bar watches her pour whiskey and never orders one. Kade Mercer is twenty-two years older, president of the Ashen Ridge MC, and he has been watching Wren for three months — her bus route, her shifts, the window of the room above the laundromat. He tells himself it's protection. Her father owes the club money. The men who come to collect don't knock. Then Wren finds a pencil sketch of herself folded into her apron pocket, drawn from an angle no one has ever seen her from. She should run. She leaves the window unlocked instead. When the collectors finally come, Kade handles it. He always handles it. And Wren stays — takes the cut, takes the ring, takes the name — knowing exactly what she is marrying into.