I laugh at the grin that’s now on her face. “Right, I’ll remember that. And what about you? Any guys out there you fancy?” I ask, arching a brow at her.
Hazel lets out a snort, which turns into her choking, and I laugh even harder. Finally, she says, “Are you crazy? My brother would have my neck if I started anything with one of his friends, and then probably cut off their balls. And anyway, the hot ones seem to be taken.”
“I saw you looking at that Hawke guy,” I tease. She tilts her head at the mention of Hawke, looking over my shoulder, lost in thought. “Earth to Hazel,” I say, tilting my own head so I’m in her line of sight.
“Sorry, I was just thinking how good-looking he is. His wife is one lucky woman.”
A knock sounds at the door, and we’re both headed out of the bathroom when a man steps into the bedroom who neither of us recognize. A very good-looking man, I must admit.
“Hi, can we help you?” Hazel says.
He’d been looking around the room, but his gaze moved to Hazel when she spoke. “Oh, hi, darlin’, you must be Hazel, Trigger’s sister.”
He has the most startling blue eyes, jet-black hair, and a chiseled jaw that makes him almost impossibly handsome. This must be where all the hot and good-looking men are hiding, I think to myself, because I sure haven’t ever met a man so beautiful before. Did I just use the word beautiful for a guy? I’m losing it.
“Um…. Hi…. Nice to meet you, too,” Hazel says, placing her hand out to shake his. Instantly I notice a wedding band on his finger, and the patch on his cut says, President, Quill.
Oh my God, he’s the president of the club?
“Quill,” he says in a smooth deep voice, “but everyone calls me Prez round here.”
Hazel giggles like a schoolgirl and twirls her brown locks around her finger. I nudge her to bring her back to the present, and she glares at me.
“Hi, Quill. I’m Charity, thank you so much for letting us crash at your place.”
He raises his hands and puts them on his hips, and I can’t help but notice the way his jeans hang there. Is it getting hot in here? The guy is beyond gorgeous.
“Any friend or family of Triggers is the same to us too. We will protect you, that I promise,” he states, his eyes boring into mine, and I let his words—that promise—wash over me. It gives me a sense of relief knowing that the president of this biker club is willing to take us under his wing.
“Now, I was looking for Trigger, he not in here?” He looks around the room once again.
“Nope,” Hazel says, still all dreamy-eyed over Quill. “Just us.”
“He told us he’ll be out front,” I add, noticing that Hazel is lost for words.
He smiles at her, and I swear I can hear Hazel’s heart pounding from where I stand. “Okay, ladies. Meet you out front.”
He turns and walks out the door, and instantly Hazel turns to face me, her mouth in a big O shape. “Oh my God, did you see that man? I mean, really see that man. What on earth are they feeding these men? They are seriously hot!”
I laugh out loud. She’s got a point. “Let’s get out of here, it’s getting hot in here,” I tease, fanning my face with my hands.
“It sure is,” Hazel responds, grinning at me. Then she sighs. “It’s a pity he’s married. Trigger always mentions him, and his wife Jasmine—how they met, and how beautiful she is.”
I shouldn’t feel it but jealously niggles at me. “Beautiful, huh?” I ask, now curious what else Trigger has said about his president’s wife.
“Come on, Charity, let’s go,” Hazel says, grabbing my arm and walking me over to the bed to get our bags. We leave the room not long after.