Page 14 of Fallen Rider
Her lips pull down into a scowl. “They don’t get a say.”
“Okay, well you can tell that to the string of exes they’ve scared off over the years.”
Beth rolls her eyes. “Cavemen.”
I agree, but I’m also telling the truth. My brothers are overprotective to the point of insanity. I need to date someone strong enough to stand up to them.
Dane would fit that criteria, but he’s also from another club, which makes him off-limits. It doesn’t matter how amazing the orgasms are that he gives. He and I will not work.
Unable to stand Dane’s scrutiny and Beth’s questions any longer, I do the cowardly thing. I run.
“I’ve got to go. Please, don’t start any rumours. There’s nothing going on between Dane and me,”I sign to Beth. I hate lying to her, but what other choice is there?
She makes a show of zipping her mouth shut. “Nothing will pass my lips.”
Certain she’ll honour that promise, I slip out of the booth, snagging my paperback and bag off the tabletop before I flee.
I ignore the gaze tracking me, ignore everything but putting one foot in front of the other and not falling flat on my face.
By the time I push out of the room and into the corridor, I feel like prey, caught in the cross-hairs of a predator.
Shit.
Him being here, affixing me with that hungry gaze, is a problem, but I won’t lie. I like that heated gaze being directed at me, even if I know nothing can come of it.
And nothing can ever come of it.
I don’t want a biker.
I certainly don’t want a biker from another club.
And I’m really not attracted to Dane.
I’m also a fucking liar.
