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“In law?”
“No,” she says with a laugh. “With whatever extracurricular activities he does.”
I sigh heavily. “Fine, give me his name and I’ll see if I can find out some more.”
“I don’t know it.”
“What do you mean you don’t know his name. You were sleeping with him.”
“He never gave a real name. Just Mr. D.”
I laugh. “Right. Well, give me his mobile number and I’ll get Axel to put a trace on it.” She pulls out her mobile and turns it to me so I can snap a picture of the number. “Until then, stay low.”
Rue
It was in his eyes. So blaringly obvious that I’d be an idiot to pretend Atlas wasn’t crazy in love with Anita.
I’m so lost in thought, I don’t see him until it’s too late, and I crash into Atlas’s hard chest. He steadies me with his hands on my shoulders, and I ignore the warm feeling his touch sends through me. I look up into his amused eyes. “Steady.”
His voice is deep, rumbling in a sexy sort of way and I shiver involuntary. “Sorry, I was . . .” I trail off because I can’t exactly tell him I was lost in thought to him . . . again. “What are you doing here?”
He looks past me to the coffee shop where we had our first ‘date’. “I could lie and say I was passing and fancied an over-priced shot of coffee, but we both know I’m here hoping to find you.”
My stomach does a somersault. “Oh?”
His grin reaches his eyes. “Are you busy?”
“Not really.”
“Good.” He turns me around and guides me back inside the coffee house.
Jen looks up from the counter and frowns when she sees me. It soon fades when she realises I’m with ‘the biker’ again. She’s spent the entire morning giving me shit about him and encouraging me to go for it, and forget about his ex. “Ha, you’reback,” she says, eyeing me with a mischievous glint. “With company.”
Atlas reaches out a hand, and she takes it. “Atlas,” he introduces.
“Jen.”
“I’ll take a double espresso, Jen, and whatever Rue wants.”
“Just a water, please,” I mutter feebly.
I’m glad the place is empty as we take a seat. Things already feel awkward without a crowded, noisy café adding into the mix. I shift uncomfortably. He’s staring intently, like he’s searching my soul. “Is everything okay with Kasey?” I ask.
“You’re pissed at me,” he states.
I shake my head, my words failing me. I am pissed but I can’t admit that. We’ve literally been on two dates—if they were even dates—but I’ve spent so much time avoiding men, especially ones like Atlas, that he caught me off guard, and for a second there, I thought he might be different . . . nicer. “I’m really not.”
“You’re looking at me differently.”
I shake my head a second time. “I’m not.”
“I spoke to Kasey. We’re gonna run a trace on the man looking for her.”
“Okay. Then what?”
He shrugs. “The club will sort it.”
“No,” I blurt a little too quickly. “It’s fine. If you go after him, I’ll owe the club, and I can’t get caught up in that life again.”
