Page 38 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Heather walked into the bar, coming back from her lunch. Lizzy looked at the clock. There were only a couple of minutes until she could leave the room. Glancing over to the bar, she hid her disappointment.

Roar had left.

Quickly checking in with all the customers seated in her section of tables, she walked over to Monica.

"I'm going on my break." She half turned. "The only outstanding order I have is for Table Six. Two burgers with fries. They've already got their beer, but will usually order another drink when they finish eating."

"Got it." Monica scribbled the info down on her pad. "Enjoy your lunch."

"Thanks." She walked out of the room, into the hallway, and entered the breakroom.

Grabbing the yogurt she'd put in the mini fridge before work, she sat down to eat. Halfway through, her body became overly warm. She looked up and found the fan off. Everyone left it on when the bar was open because the heat from the kitchen floated across the hallway and made the small room muggy.

She licked the last bit of yogurt from her spoon and then dragged a chair over to the corner. Stepping on the seat, she stretched her arm above her head and turned the knob on the fan.

"Huh," she mumbled, following the cord with her gaze to the plug-in.

It should be working. She turned the knob in the other direction. Still nothing.

Hands spanned her waist. She startled, grabbing for the wall.

"Easy." Roar set her feet on the floor. "I don't need you more bruised than you already are."

"I was only standing on a chair." She pointed up. "The fan isn't working."

He stepped around her and fiddled with the knobs, then unplugged it. "I'll have someone buy another one. It'll be here tomorrow."

"I won't be here." At his confused look, she grinned. "Tomorrow is Sunday. The bar is closed for two days."

"Ja." His gaze intensified.

The warmth in the room escalated having him in the small space. She fanned her hand in front of her face, knowing her flushed cheeks stood out on her pale skin.

"Are you on your lunch break?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Come on, I'll walk you outside, and you can cool off, and get away from the noise in here." He stepped toward the door, looking back to see if she followed.

Of course, she'd follow. She liked being around him.

Taking the familiar path to the back door, she became excited. He was finally going to let her breach the no-zone area. Coco was going to freak when she finds out.

Roar held open the door. She went under his arm and stepped outside into the dark.

But, it wasn't dark.

An overhead light coming off the warehouse dimly lit up the enclosed alley. She looked around. Club members were standing around in groups and over by the line of motorcycles. Make that two lines of motorcycles.

She had so many questions. Keeping them all to herself, she backed up and leaned against the wall. Roar stayed by her, looking out at his club members. For how comfortable she'd become around him, there were still so many things she wanted to know.

"Do you have a car?" she blurted.

"A car?"

"All I see are motorcycles, and that makes sense, seeing how you belong to a motorcycle club, but how do you get groceries or go somewhere when it's raining?"

He rocked back on the heels of his boots. "There's a car and a truck that belong to the club that anyone of us can use. I never buy groceries—"

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