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Bad Boy Bikers: ROUGHNECK (A Dark Biker Romance) Saving Landon (A Bad Boy Biker Romance) Saved by the Bad Boy (A Devil's Dragons Biker Romance) Pride and Pregnancy (A Devil's Dragons Motorcycle Club Romance) Rough Rider (Outlaw Kings Motorcycle Club)

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17.

It was thirty minutes after I stopped hearing movement from Daddy's bedroom that I pocketed my phone, whipped off the covers, and crept back out of bed.

Project: Wayward Teen was a go.

This wasn't my first rodeo in sneaking out of the house. I'd already picked the right clothes, favoring black jeans, a dark shirt, and an all-black pair of Converse sneakers.

Quietly, I slipped into the clothes in the darkness of my bedroom. I didn't need anything but my little wallet, my phone, and my keys and the keys were dangling downstairs anyway.

Thinking ahead, I'd already packed the wallet in the jeans. The phone had helped keep my boredom down while I'd waited for Daddy's fatigue to set in. He'd had a busy evening on shift, and I knew he'd be sleeping hard tonight.

Which made tonight perfect for this.

With nimble reflexes, I slipped down the hallway, avoiding the creaky floorboards right outside the bathroom door. Further down, I slipped past the end table and the vase on top, unwilling to let a brief bump of the hip, or shattering clay, announce my little rendezvous beneath the stars.

My footsteps took me down the staircase, hooking around towards the front door. There were a few tricky floorboards here too, and the acoustics were painfully good in the open floor plan of the downstairs.

As silently as possible, I snagged my keyring from the hook by the door, listening for any evidence of Daddy near the top of the stairs.

Nothing. The coast was clear.

I carefully turned the lock, slipping outside and locking the door behind me. I hesitated near the door, listening against the panel for any movement from inside.

When nothing happened, I exhaled a thick breath of relief.

Turning and strolling down the driveway, I found myself wondering what Mom would have thought if she'd still been around to see me now.

I had been really young when she passed, too young to particularly remember her. Outside of her smiling face, gazing down upon me from portraits in the house, I had very little in the way of memories when it came to Mom.

Naturally, that made Daddy cling to me harder, since I was now all that he had left. He was a stern but strong father, but very, very strict.

Of course, as I glanced over at the weather-beaten Crown Victoria car in the front driveway, I knew that this wasn't the only reason why he was so careful about keeping me on a tight leash.

My father was the local sheriff, working his way up through the force for the last twenty years.

And there was no way he was going to be okay with his little girl sneaking out in the middle of the night... Especially if he knew where I was going.

You might say that I have a problem... and his name is Hunter.

My particular problem comes roughly six feet tall and built with powerful muscles. He had the short and thick wavy hair I loved, a seductive little chuckle, and handsome blue eyes.

The kind that could never lie to you...