I snorted ’cause it was impossible not to be charmed by Harleigh Rose. She’d been raised around bikers her whole life, so she knew the language and religion of a biker and his club. Talkin’ to her was like shootin’ the shit with one of the brothers, only she was smart in that way of women who seemed to inherently understand emotions and shit I’d always struggled to put words to as if she’d been born with them on her tongue.
