Page 66 of Sin City Lights

Eve watched his fingers on the knob as he changed gears and had to squeeze her thighs together. Stick shifts were sexy. Adam driving one bordered on erotic.

Two minutes later, they pulled up in front of a brick building with a red roof and siding. A giant white sign on the front read, in huge black letters,Roadkill Café. Route 66.

Eve raised a brow in surprise.“Well, that was a short trip.”

“Good thing. I’m starving.”

He parked the VW, and they headed toward the door, gravel crunching under their shoes. Several farm implements decorated the entrance, along with a metal turkey vulture on an iron perch, holding a knife and fork.

Adam held the door for an older couple who were exiting.

“That was the best hamburger I’ve ever had!” the woman enthused.

“Agnes,” the man said, snickering,“it was elk.”

Instant horror dawned on the woman’s face.“Now, you tell me?”

“Would you have eaten it if I had told you before?”

Eve didn’t hear her angry reply but threw Adam a worried glance.

He chuckled.“They have beef too. Unless you’d prefer thatfabulous elk patty.”

Eyes widening, Eve vigorously shook her head, earning a low, rumbling laugh from him.

Instant warmth spread in her chest. She wished he’d laugh more often.

Inside was crowded, clean, and inviting, with an old-timey feel. All sorts of farm tools covered the knotty, wood-paneled walls, and a taxidermy display near the bar featured animals staged to appear very much alive.

“This place is wild,” she said to Adam as they followed the hostess to their table.

“Literally.” He eyed the open-mouthed wild boar head that stared out above the dollar-bill-covered bar area.

The menu was just as outrageous as the décor. “Rigor Mortis Tortoise,” Eve read aloud. “Fender Tenders. One-eyed Dog Hit in the Fog. Oh my God.”

“Believe it or not, a friend of mine once saw someone walk out of here after reading the menu.”

Eve laughed.“I’ll have the Swirl of Squirrel.”

“Great choice. I’ll have two.”

The burgers were delicious, but Eve gave up after finishing three-quarters of her food. The Swirl of Squirrel came with a slew of toppings, plus coleslaw and fries, making it impossible for her to eat it all.

Adam, however, had no such problem. He made short work of his food, albeit pushing aside the Texas toast and hash browns.

The waitress bustled over and refilled their water glasses.“Leave any room for dessert? We have a great homemade cream pie.” She smiled with pride.“Best you’ll ever have, I promise.”

Adam gave her a polite smile.“So I’ve been told.” He took Eve’s hand and began to stroke the back of it.“What do you say?” he asked her, his low voice dripping with sensual promise.“Shall we take some to go for later?”

His fingertips were doing wild things to her body. She ran her tongue over her lips.“OK.”

He held her gaze.“Let’s do it.” Gently, he kissed her hand.

Electric shocks zinged from Eve’s chest down to her thighs.

He nodded at the waitress.“We’ll take that pie to go.” He turned to Eve.“Ready to go topless in the Honey Bug?

Chapter 10

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