Page 11 of Target

I bet he charms all the ladies, even Mrs. Hottie.

“Thank you. I own the event planning business along with my friend, who is around here, also helping out,” I say.

His gaze scans the area like he is looking for Darian, and my stomach twists at the thought of him seeing her and falling to his knees, which has happened before.

I was always the friend on the side; like the movie said, I was the ‘Duff.’

His gaze comes back to me, then he smiles down at something the boy says.

I take in his features and there is no way that I cannot take in every inch of his ruggedly handsome face. I spot the little scar that sits under his jaw, causing a clear line in his beard.

I wonder how he got that.

That beard would feel amazing between my legs, scratching at my sensitive skin. My body heats up and it is from the thought of him and not the Arizona sun.

He looks like a bad boy.

Hell, he is a bad boy biker and I know all about bikers’ reputations with women. Lived it, do not want a repeat.

Nope. Not going to happen, but he is yummy, though.

Most of the guys I have dated have all been stuffy, and by the book, but that was because of what happened to the one bad boy biker I did date. So I thought that white-collar men would be better. Boy, was I wrong.

“Do you have any kids at all? A man, maybe?” His voice breaks through my thoughts.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He smirks and holy hell, that is sexy.

“I asked if you had kids, or a man, but with the way that you are looking at me, the way that your eyes have dilated and you licked your lips, I can say that either you have no man at home, or he is seriously lacking in the bedroom department.” He winks, making my cheeks heat up.

“Oh, fuck she blushes too. The name’s Target.”

I quickly scan the table, seeing that we are alone. When did the children leave?

“Madalyn. Target?” I question.

“Club name.” I nod in understanding.

“Where did the children go?”

“They went to grab a drink. Took the other kids with them.” I nod.

“I have no children, or a man,” I quickly reply to his earlier question.

“That is good to know, babe.” The way he says ‘babe’ and his lips curl into a smile…

“Why is that good to know?”

His grin widens, as he leans his forearms on the table, drawing my attention to how strong they look. I take in the leather braided bracelet he is wearing, and the blue beaded one also.

“It is good to know because when I ask you out for a drink, there are no obstacles stopping you from saying yes.” He winks and I blush again.

No man like him has ever paid me attention before unless it was to get to Darian.

“I think you have misty eyesight, Target.”

He chuckles and the sound makes my breasts tingle. Shit.

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