Page 24 of Kilo's Edge

Before I had a chance to stand, Roger took my hand and kissed the back of it. My cheeks flushed and I smiled. “It’s very nice to meet you. This is your restaurant?”

“It is,” he boomed with a hearty chuckle. “My wife Prissy and I bought it fifteen years ago. We enjoy running it.”

“It’s wonderful,” I told him.

“She’s too good for you,” he told Kilo with a wink as he released my hand.

“Yeah, yeah,” Kilo replied.

“Enjoy your meal. My staff will take excellent care of you. Tell Ruck to give me a call when he has a chance.” Roger gave me a nod as he left.

“Prissy?” I asked as Kilo sat back down.

“His wife, Priscilla.”

“He seems so nice.”

“They both are, but she’s going to chew him out for leaving the kitchen during the beginning of service,” he replied with a chuckle. “She runs this business with an iron fist. She won’t like that the head chef abandoned everyone back there, even if he is her husband.”

I laughed along with him. The waiter came back to take our order and I fidgeted, wondering how to bring all this up to him. I was going to just blurt it out before, but I was losing my nerve. It was a lot to dump on someone when you were first getting to know them. I wanted to just enjoy the night with him.

“What did you want to tell me?” he asked.

Searching his gorgeous brown eyes, I made a split-second decision. One I hoped I wouldn’t come to regret. “I loved riding on your motorcycle. It was...incredible.”

He chuckled. “And now you see why I love it.”

He knew that wasn't what I was going to tell him. I could see it in his eyes, but he let me get away with not confessing. If tonight went well and we went out again, I’d tell him then. What was the point if we didn’t even pursue things from here?

Dinner was delicious and we talked the whole time, though we kept it lighthearted. He told me a little about his MC and how he and Overdrive had bought the gun range. Neither of us were quite willing to dig too deep into the details of each other’s lives. That was best left for future dates. I was relieved because it gave me a chance to keep my secret a bit longer.

The ride back to my car was even better than the first one without the sun beating down on us. I had a feeling I was going to become addicted to motorcycles. He took the helmet off my head and walked me over to my car. It was hard to contain my nerves and excitement. I’d already kissed him. But I wanted more. When I turned to tell him goodnight, he caged me against the car. It didn’t frighten me. Nothing he did scared me. I hardly knew him, but I did know that he was safe. He wouldn’t hurt me.

“Thank you for dinner,” I told him. My voice sounded a bit breathless even to me.

“Thank you for going with me,” he countered. “When do you want to shoot again?”

“Whenever you have time.”

“I’ll call you,” he told me. “I need to check that Ruck, my MC president, isn’t going to need me for anything over the next week.”

“Okay.”

His eyes dropped down to my lips and I held my breath. His fingers threaded through my hair as he lowered his mouth tomine. He tilted my head, fixing the angle, and we both sank into the kiss.

I opened my mouth and our tongues brushed together. A moan escaped my chest as he moved closer, pressing our bodies together even more. I ran my hands up his arms, feeling the muscles in his biceps. It was a heady feeling to have this strong man kissing me like his life depended on it.

A few catcalls and whistles pulled us apart and I ducked my head against his chest. Kilo turned, shielding me from the sight of the two young boys riding by on their bikes. He brushed his fingers over my cheek, smiling down at me. “I’ll call you,” he repeated.

Nodding, I stepped away and he opened the car door for me. I needed to get my body under control because it was almost like it was vibrating. No wonder why people did stupid things for lust and love if this was what it felt like. I drove home, trying to pull myself together as I went.

This was the first time in a long time that I’d let myself relax and just have fun. I didn’t feel as though I needed to have my guard up around Kilo. And I knew that no one could get to me while I was with him. It was freeing. Maybe this time would be different. Maybe they wouldn’t find us and we could stay.

CHAPTER 11

Kilo

“Yo, Cynic, how’s it going?” I asked, holding my phone to my ear.

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