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God, the way his voice curved around my name made all that adrenaline morph into desire.
Then, when I just stood there dumbly, too overwhelmed with sensation to form a single rational thought, he went on.
“You came.”
“What were you doing?” I asked.
“Hm?”
“With the flashlight.”
“Oh. I was checking on the chicken coop. I’ve seen some silver foxes around here lately. I wanted to make sure they were locked up tight.”
“In the middle of a party?”
“I like to take a break now and again. Clear my head. Get some air. You still deciding if you’re coming in?” he asked.
Not anymore.
“I heard there was going to be good food.”
“The best. Let’s go get you a plate. Oh, and if you see a gray cat with blue eyes, do yourself a favor and don’t get too close to him.”
“Unfriendly?”
“Only toward women.”
“Huh. I have a dog that is unfriendly only to men.”
“Which is why you got her in the first place,” Coach said, holding the front door open for me, the music and laughter spilling out.
“It is,” I agreed.
“Can’t be too careful.”
My purse was heavy with the proof of those words.
“Exactly.”
Though as I followed Coach into the clubhouse, I got the feeling I was in very unsafe territory.
But it wasn’t exactly my body that needed protection.
CHAPTER FOUR
Este
I had no idea what I’d conjured up in my mind about what a biker club might look like.
I imagined some of the things before me were there: the pool table, darts, foosball, air hockey, stereo system, the beer pong table, the bar, and a massive TV.
Other than that, though, the place was a lot cozier and better decorated than I’d pictured.
It still had that industrial feel to it, thanks to the many windows, the high ceilings, brick walls, and the exposed ceiling beams (original rust included). But the floors were refinished. The sectional was oversized and plush. There was a giant dining table and just beyond that, a gorgeous kitchen meant for some award-winning chef.
There were touches around—a throw pillow here, a curtain there—that made me think there were women around this club who did more than party with the bikers.
“Wow,” I said, nodding.
