Page 10 of Her Demanding Biker
"Where did you disappear to?" Maggie had moved around Hawk and was standing in front of him, her arms folded across her chest. "In your head, that is. You looked like you were far, far away."
Her smile was sweet, but I wasn't about to think about it very long.
Hawk had sharp eyes and a short temper around his woman.
If a man dared to look at her too long or too closely, they were likely to end up with a busted lip.
"I was thinking about someone I knew a long time ago." That was about all I could manage to say. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about Arlys out loud.
I'd kept her in my heart for what felt like forever.
Some secrets were worth keeping.
And I'd keep Arlys forever.
"Okay, enough with the melancholy mood." Maggie nailed me with a look.
She reached out and grabbed my arm.
Before Hawk could push me away, Maggie put a hand on his chest and gave him a look. "Back off, big guy. I'm not dragging him off to make out with him. Willow told me she brought a friend to the party and we both thought she'd be perfect for Thief."
That's when my feet grew roots, planting me firmly in place.
Maggie gave my arm a tug, but I wasn't about to move.
That's where I underestimated the hold that Maggie had on Hawk.
He grabbed me by the back of my shirt and almost threw me in her direction.
Almost because he'd never do a damn thing to hurt her.
Maggie smiled like she'd been handed a puppy and dragged him along with her, calling out for Willow.
I had a feeling that I could have pulled my arm free, but I also had a feeling that Hawk was walking behind me ready to kick my ass if I tried it.
That's when I realized that as much as I didn't want to go and meet this 'perfect for me' girl, it was safer for my continued existence to just do it and then drag my sorry ass to my room and fall asleep like the dead.
"Willow! Where is she?"
A moment after Maggie asked... yelled the question, Willow stood up head and shoulders above the crowd.
It wasn't until he was pulled down into the middle of the floor that he saw that Willow was standing on a coffee table.
"Fuck me."
My eyes scanned the room for Diesel.
"He's gonna be pissed."
"Willow!" The music seemed to go silent for a moment and the whole room stilled. Diesel had a voice as big as he was, but when he had a need to, he could cut through a mountain with a bellow. "Get your ass off of that table!"
Willow turned a quarter turn and gave her man a glare. "Excuse me?"
Diesel stopped at the edge of the coffee table, his arms folded over his chest. "Excuse you, what?"
Maggie came to a stop a few feet away and I stopped behind her. The area around the couches were clearing out.
It wasn't so much that they wanted to.
