“And call him Tanner. He hates being called ‘Mr’ or Sam.”I noticed a slight smile on her face as she got out. I made sure I had all of my leat...hers and climbed out too, not sure what to think about Dalton’s reactions.Tanner climbed off the bike and ran his hand through his hair as he looked me over. His hair fell back into his face and he looked up to watch Dalton approach.She smiled, walked right up to him, and gave him a hug.He smiled a lopsided grin and said, “How ya doin’ kid?” His voice was. He was beginning to wake up. Michael Powers fought to stay asleep. The reality in this dream felt good.With the light increasing, Michael realized he was losing the battle to stay asleep. He was awake but not lying on the thin mattress. A wisp of escaping air brought to his attention that the top of the bed was lifting away. The lifting lid exposed three men staring at him."Hello Michael," the man on the right dressed in black was speaking, "I am Jason Grant." He looked at the people standing. "I haven't got time for this, I'm leaving," she grabbed up her towel and bag and shot a glare at her friends in the sea who looked shocked that their friend was leaving. Isabella pushed past Markus and walked quickly back to her and her friends' hotel."Crazy woman!" Markus shouted after her.When Isabella got back to their hotel room she shut the door with a thud. That black man named Markus infuriated her. He was beautiful. She took a shower and came back out in a towel just as her friends came. ”Matt lies there and thinks for a moment. With a shake of his head he makes a decision he’s not happy with. “George, due to an incident in my past some senior people in the Hell’s Angels have wanted me dead for a couple of years. Recently the risk to me increased a lot. One of the people who owed Dad their life found out about this higher risk a couple of weeks back. I didn’t know about it until after they took action, but the two senior Hell’s Angels who were a danger to me were killed a week.