Page 6 of Queen of Diamonds
She managed to retrieve the scarf and return without falling on her face, a true miracle. Maybe she should start wearing flats from now on for when hot men wandered into the store to buy presents for their mothers, since that was apparently a lethal combination.
“Do you want it gift wrapped?” And just listen to her voice getting all husky. It was embarrassing.
“If it isn’t a bother, Kinsey.”
She wished he wouldn’t say her name in that panty-melting way. He followed her over to the gift-wrap station.
“Fate is at work here.”
“How so?” She glanced over her shoulder at him, her fingers getting tangled up in tape at seeing the way he was looking at her. As if he wanted to eat her up. Well, that was only fair. She very much wanted to devour him. Wanting to be naughty with a man she’d just met wasn’t her… well, it never had been before now.
“Seeing that scarf in the window and detouring into this store. Finding you here. I’ve thought about you a lot since the night you walked into the bar. Go out with me, Kinsey. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, drinks, or just for coffee. Take your pick.”
“I don’t date bikers.” She might make an exception for him, though.
“I’ve never been on a bike in my life. Those things scare the hell out of me.”
She taped a bow onto the wrapped box. “Then what were you doing at a biker bar?”
“I’m one of the owners.”
That got her attention. “You don’t think that’s weird? Owning a biker bar when you’re afraid of motorcycles?” Would he know her brothers?
Amusement lit his eyes. “Very much so.”
“Sounds like there’s a story there.”
“Go out with me, and I’ll tell you how that came about.”
“Are you a serial killer?”
“That would be a no.”
“Okay. Lunch. I’m off on Sundays and Mondays. And I’ll meet you wherever you pick.” She wouldn’t pass up a chance to find out if he knew her brothers, but it was more than that. All this man had to do was look at her with those blue eyes and she was ready to agree to anything he asked.
“Sunday. You have your phone on you?”
She pulled it out of her jacket pocket. He gave her his phone number, and after she’d put it in her contacts, he said, “Now call me so I’ll have yours.”
Numbers exchanged, she headed to the register. “See you Sunday,” she said after he paid.
“I’ll be counting the minutes until then.”
Heavens, his smile was lethal. She waited until he walked out before saying, “Me, too.”
When she finally returned to her cubicle, dog-tired and wishing she was already soaking in the bubble bath on her agenda for tonight, she saw the tip of her keys sticking out from under a folder. She frowned. How had she missed seeing them there?
