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Ninety people were standing in that yard when my husband's voicemail came through the speakers.I finished pouring the beer.Then I took off my rings.Jane Yarbrough kept the Revelators' books for eleven years and never once got a chair at their table.She knew where the ice was. She knew whose wife was mad. She knew the cash box came up short every July, and she made up the difference out of her own purse and never told a soul.She asked her husband one direct question in June. He looked at her and said no.Liam "e;Prophet"e; Mattias runs the club his father built. He has forty acres, a gavel, and a hundred men who would put themselves in the ground for him. What he doesn't have, from the last Saturday in July, is a wife.Fourteen months later the club is bleeding money it can't find and a federal subpoena is sitting on the yard, and there is exactly one person alive who can read what's in those boxes.She names her terms.One hundred and ten dollars an hour, and no club rate.The work happens in her office. She never sets foot on that property again.One man works it with her, and it's him.The second anybody lies to her, about anything, at any size, she's gone.The terms hold. What happens across that folding table doesn't.Somebody inside the club has been taking a little at a time for five years, and the trail runs back through a dead bank account, a funeral card, and nine pages of a ledger written in 1979 by a twenty-year-old girl. When Jane finds the name at the end of it, saying it out loud will cost somebody everything, and she is the only one who can decide whether to speak.He can stand in the sun all day. He can tell eleven people to their faces what he did. None of it counts while the club still needs her, and he knows it. To prove he wants her, he has to give up the only thing he has left to lose.She is not going to find out whether he changed.She is going to decide.A slow-burn, deeply emotional MC biker romance featuring second chance after cheating, a full-blooded grovel, a small-town Texas club with a secret older than its own charter, forced proximity, and a hard-won happily ever after. Standalone. No cliffhanger. No love triangle. The betrayal happens before the story begins and is never repeated.She gave up her name for him once.She is never giving it up again.ADD TO CART NOW