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“Then you’re having a mid-life crisis,” Spencer declared. “You looking for adventure from your boring life?”

If anything, Luka wanted to make his life boring. He’d had enough complications to last him several lifetimes. He was also in his mid-thirties. Did he look older than that?

Luka sputtered. “Do I look middle-aged to you?”

“Well, no.” Spencer frowned. “So then why are you so interested in helping me?”

“I told you.” Luka popped another cookie into his mouth and chewed it. When he swallowed, he went on. “I don’t like to see abuse.” He got up, walked to the counter, asked for a scrap of paper and pen, and wrote his personal phone number down. When he came back to his seat, he handed the paper to Spencer. “Don’t hesitate to call me if you need me. I want to help you.”

With a nod, Spencer stuffed the paper into his front pocket. “I probably won’t call you for help, but can I call you for anything else?”

Luka winked. “Call me for anything you want, sweetheart.”

A fine blush stole over Spencer’s cheeks. “I was talking about hanging out.”

“So was I.” Sex could happen while hanging out. Luka wanted to help the human, but he was also wildly attracted to Spencer. He wouldn’t turn down a chance to bed the guy.

“Oh.” Spencer looked away, and Luka could have sworn he saw disappointment in the guy’s blue eyes.

“Or we could do other things.” Luka wiggled his brows. “More interesting things if you’d like.”

“You really are a dog with a bone.” Spencer laughed, and it was the first time Luka had heard him laugh. He liked the light, breezy sound coming from him. He wanted to hear it more often.

“I wish.” He smirked. “I could have your bone, or you could have mine.”

Spencer palmed his face. “Forget I said anything.”

The human really was shy. Luka liked that. It was a refreshing change from the jaded bastards he usually dealt with. Those who saw life through cynical eyes. “When is your next night off?”

“Why?” Spencer raised a brow.

Luka held up his hands. “No strings attached. I own a cabin about two hours from here. I thought maybe we could get away, maybe do some fishing or hiking, or we could just chill in front of a fire. Play cards, cook, and just enjoy each other’s company.”

“But I still don’t know you.” Spencer ate the last of his croissant, chasing it down with a sip of coffee. “You could be luring me to your evil den to do wicked things to me.”

Luka had plenty of wicked things in mind, but none were ill-intended. If anything, he wanted to gain Spencer’s trust so the guy would open up to him and tell Luka who was harassing him. He also wanted to take Spencer to great heights of pleasure, if the human allowed him.

“I have Thursday night off,” Spencer finally said. “But I have to be back by Friday night.”

Luka detected a hint of fear in Spencer’s voice. He would definitely stick around in the shadows Friday night to see what had the human so afraid. “Then it’s a date. I’ll pick you up at the bar when you get off on Wednesday, and we can ride out there.”

Spencer looked suspiciously at him. “Are you sure I’m safe with you?”

If Luka intended to do him harm, he would have no problem lying. Little did Spencer know he would be with the safest person on the planet. “You have my word.”

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Spencer was a bundle of nerves when he clocked out on Wednesday night. He wasn’t the least bit sure he was doing the right thing. He just knew that he liked spending time with Luka, liked hearing the guy talk, and would love to get away from the city for a while.

He’d already packed a bag before he’d left for work and had carried it with him, stowing it in his boss’s office.

As he stepped out of the bar into the cool night air, Spencer couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with apprehension. He spotted a sleek black motorcycle parked by the curb and felt a flutter in his chest. What if that bike belonged to Luka? Spencer had never ridden on a motorcycle before, let alone with a gorgeous man like Luka.

“Hey there, sweetheart.”

Luka’s voice rumbled from behind him, and he turned to see the guy standing there, dressed in black jeans and a leather jacket that made Spencer’s mouth go dry. Holy hell. How could it not be a sin to look that devastatingly handsome?

“Hey, Luka.” Spencer tried to sound casual, but he was acutely aware of Luka’s proximity and the way the man’s gaze lingered on him.

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