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Yeah, sure. Thanks, I said, picking up a freshly washed wine glass from the drying rack and joined him at the table. I watched as he poured and said, Not sure why you want my opinion.Well, youre the club presidents widow.I still felt a bitMoreYeah, sure. Thanks, I said, picking up a freshly washed wine glass from the drying rack and joined him at the table. I watched as he poured and said, Not sure why you want my opinion.Well, youre the club presidents widow.I still felt a bit guilty that Daniels death didnt affect me much, not to mention the mere talk about it. It doesnt matter much, does it? You guys could have asked me during dinner, instead of now.Shane at least had the grace to flinch at that. You could still have some influence, you know. Its just the way things are with the old boys.I know that, I said. Just not interested.I dont believe you.I could feel my eyes widen. Oh, really.You care about the club, you just dont want to deal with the boys.I snorted. Thats hardly the definition of caring about something.I should have specified and said the old boys. Those morons who kissed Daniels ass and ruin the club.Now I raised an eyebrow. I knew Daniel had liked Shane, and trusted him the most, because he never kissed anyones ass. Stood to reason that Shane didnt care much about Daniels cronies either, of course, I just never thought he was vocal about it.What. You think its all flowers and kisses with the Blackhearts?Actually, yeah. Flowers and kisses are what I think about when I think of a gang of rogue men, riding their bikes all over town.He grinned. You know what I mean. Listen Tara, Im serious. You know you want the Blackhearts to go back to its old glory and all that crap. You work with me and it can happen. The club is crap only at the moment and we can change it.I threw him a glance. Work with you?He raised his wine glass. The rest of club is not too happy with the way the old drones are doing it, either. They knew Daniel and they knew this is not what its supposed to be. Some are definitely itching to give it a go. That kid, Carter, definitely has some interesting plans.Why do you need me?Information. Youre good with it.I sat back and watched him for a while. He was not wrong and I liked it that he gave straightforward answers. Definitely someone Daniel had approved of.I dont know, I hazarded. Maybe Daniel dying is a sign, maybe I dont have to get involved with the club.I mean whats in it for me?Shane looked at me, his dark eyes seemed to see more than he should, a lot more than he should.I can give you what you want.My heart skipped a beat when I saw the flash in his eyes. You dont know what I want.I do, he said. Im good with information, too — especially when its something personal.I stood up quickly, almost knocking the wine glass off the table. Youre talking nonsense.