Her gaze met his.
His eyes made her feel like he saw everything about her. Like he accepted her for who she was. Something about him drew her in. She liked how that felt. She wanted to take a chance on him. Maybe they could have a shot. Maybe if they tried...
She said, “Wylder, do you want...”
His cell phone interrupted her.
He frowned. “Sorry, hold that thought. Give me a sec,” he said. He picked his phone up from the counter and glanced at the screen. “I’ve got to take this. It’s my girlfriend.”
Maggie’s stomach dropped and nausea choked her. He had a girlfriend. So much for taking a chance with him.
“Hello? Babe, what’s wrong? Slow down,” he said into his phone.
Maggie had to get out of there. She quickly waved at him and mouthed thank you. He motioned for her to wait, but she ignored him, turned, and hurried down the hall. She paid the receptionist, tipped Wylder well, and traveled to the hotel with her friends — where she drank the room’s complimentary bottle of champagne by herself and tried to forget about the charming, unavailable tattoo artist.