Mutegi Atieno is shocked to discover the man stranded on the side of the road in a broken down truck is his mate. When his first assumption is proved incorrect and he learns the woman and baby with Ben Moore are not his wife and daughter, Mutegi realizes he actually has a shot at claiming the human. But first Mutegi and his friends need to save the trio from Ben’s sister’s sadistic ex-husband. It was a difficult task. The man had already chased Ben and Cassie across three states in an attempt to steal his daughter back, ignoring the court’s ruling that had deemed him unfit. If Mutegi manages to find a way to save the siblings from the madman, can he also figure out how to tell his human mate that he’s a shifter?
He snarled at the hands Adam had on his mate and without thought, took an angry step toward them. A hand on his shoulder stopped him, and he turned to glare at whoever held him. His fury faded when he saw Kontra’s concerned gaze. “Mutegi? What’s wrong?”
Sighing, he released as much tension as he could. “Ben is my mate,” he muttered under his breath, praying his words didn’t carry to the others. He wasn’t yet ready to share the information that his mate was a married straight human.
“I see,” Kontra murmured. “We’ll keep an eye on them for a few days and see if he feels the connection, too.”
Mutegi grimaced. “Even if he does, he is married and straight. There is no way I will break up a family.”
Kontra nodded, but didn’t say anything. They watched Cassie leap onto the Triumph Thunderbird Storm behind Yuma, a borrowed helmet on her head and a grin on her face.
Adam walked over and slapped him on the back. “All set here. Let’s rock.”
“Why did you offer to fix their truck for cost?” Mutegi asked as they walked to their bikes. “That is very generous for you.”
Grinning, Adam pulled his helmet over his pale blond locks and leaned toward him. Keeping his voice low he said, “Awe, I could fix that head in a couple of hours, but this way, you get a chance to claim your mate.”
Mutegi stood in stunned silence as Adam winked and brought his Harley to life. Feeling better than he had since realizing Ben was his mate, he chuckled and settled on his bike. Revving his hog, he sped forward, again taking point and leading the group down the road.
* * * *
Ben folded the blanket over his niece’s head. Holding her tight to his chest, he hunched over and leaned close to the man in front of him to block the wind. He saw his sister’s arms wound tightly around Yuma’s body, chattering away to the man. He didn’t understand how she could be so relaxed after everything she’d been through. He was wrapped tighter than a spring and looking forward to hiding out at his parent’s for a while. He spotted Mutegi in the distance ahead and his pulse sped up. His strong attraction to the exotic African didn’t help.
He’d been shocked to see the big biker’s ease with his friend’s homosexuality, but there was no way Mutegi would want a plain, gawky guy with no work prospects and family problems crushing on him. The guy exuded masculinity. Fortunately, the bikers thought he and his sister were married. If they looked too closely, they’d see the family resemblance, but he couldn’t imagine them caring enough to do so. They were just being kind to strangers, which went against everything he’d ever heard about bikers. Of course, he’d never really hung around them, so what did he know, right?
“Are you all right back there?”
“Yeah. Thanks for letting us hitch a ride,” he replied, grateful they’d had a helmet that fit him. The intercoms between them were really cool. “Do you know how far to the next city?”
“I just spotted a sign for La Junta in twenty miles.” Mutegi’s accented voice came over the intercom, sending Ben’s heart tripping into double time. “How is your babe holding up? We know this is not the best mode of transportation for her.”
The man’s strict pronunciation and the way he didn’t use contractions told Ben English wasn’t his first language. He thought it sounded sexy as hell. With a mental shake of his head, he forced himself to reply. “She’s fine. We appreciate your help. Who knows how long we’d have sat there, if you hadn’t come.”
Adam’s voice piped through the system next. “How long ago did you and the little woman get hitched?”
Before he could come up with a lie, Cassie did the unthinkable. She corrected them.