Riot's POV
The rumble of my Harley echoed across the Savage Saints compound as I pulled through the gates.
I parked beside Grant's bike, killed the engine, and climbed off.
The morning had already been interesting.
I'd dropped Maddox off at school, then stopped by my new neighbor's house to check on her.
Somehow, that turned into helping install an entire security system.
The Eloper 5000.
Jesus Christ.
Only Dawn.
The woman could turn something as serious as home security into a damn comedy routine.
And somehow, she'd had me laughing most of the morning.
I wasn't a man who laughed much. Most people weren't particularly funny.
Dawn Horwick?
That woman was something else.
…………………
I headed into the clubhouse.
Time to get my head back into business.
Grant was sitting at a table
