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She worried her bottom lip between her white, pearly teeth and his gaze fixed on the sight. His cock twitched, imagining those lips wrapped around his length. “I suppose so. Can I get you anything?”
What he really wanted, she would never agree to… and he could never allow it to happen anyway. With a chivalrous grin, he replied, “A dining companion. Since you are the only one here…” He let his meaning sink in.
With an answering grin, she slid into the booth seat across from him. “Well, just for a few minutes. Longer than that and Walter would have a cow.”
“We certainly don’t want that to happen.” He had to work to remember how to smile naturally at her. He’d had few opportunities to develop that muscle.
“Luc,” he said, giving her the nickname only one other person had ever used, and offered his hand to her across the table. Her petite hand took his beefy one and he wasn’t ready for the sting of reaction from her touch.
“Jane,” she replied. “It’s nice to meet you, Luc.”
He knew her name wasn’t a simple and common Jane. “Somehow you don’t seem like a Jane. You seem more like an exotic Janel.”
She drew in a breath and her eyes widened. He shouldn’t have teased her, but he didn’t think it warranted that big of a reaction. “I’m sorry. Did I say something to upset you? I seem to be doing that a lot.”
Her gaze met his and a curious expression crossed her face. Almost like she’d seen a ghost.
“No. It’s just that my grandmother’s name was Jane and my grandfather refused to call her that. He said it was too simple a name for the complex woman that she was. He called her Janel.”
Did he know this story? If he ever had, he’d forgotten. All he remembered from reports over the years was that she was named after her grandmother. “Then I agree with your grandfather. You are much more a Janel than a Jane.”
Again he’d caused her to stare open-mouthed at him. She shook her head, clearing whatever thoughts held her captive. “I wish you wouldn’t. Just Jane. Call me Jane.”
Trying to lighten the mood and to get her feeling comfortable with him, he teased, “Well, Jane. I would love to call you. Does that mean you’re going to give me your number?” He gave her a confident side smile.
She laughed, sending a shudder through him. “I thought you asked for my number. You are such a flirt. I don’t give my number out to strange men.”
He already had her number—it was in the report—but he’d never call her. “Good thing we’ve already been introduced. See, there are no strangers here. Just a hardworking man who missed his lunch and was starving. Maybe we can grab a coffee sometime?”
Fuck. He had no control around her. There was no way in hell he’d ever start something with her. She was too innocent and gentle to mix with his world. She wouldn’t survive.
“Jane!” Walter bellowed from the kitchen. Janel jumped to her feet, rushed to the back, and his chance with her was over. Coming here again wouldn’t be smart. He ate a few bites of his food, but left it mostly untouched. While she was still in the back, he left a hundred-dollar bill on the table along with his card, a simple black card with a family crest on the front embossed in gold. On the back he wrote, If you ever have a need, call. 555-202-5377.
He wanted her to have a way to contact him if she ever needed to. For any reason. For her safety. At least that was what he told himself as he left the diner, climbed into his town car, and told Marino to take him back to the hotel.
He should fly back home. Being here was asking for trouble. One more day. He’d come back tomorrow and try to get the answers he wanted, but then he needed to get as far away from Janel as he could. Staying would only lead trouble to her doorstep and put her in danger.
CHAPTER 10
Dozer
Dozer remembered watching Jane walk into the diner, her ass swaying in tight jeans, making his cock throb with need. He’d spent all morning while they searched out her mother’s past fighting against taking her mouth and kissing her.
As if he were a glutton for punishment, he had to go and offer to not only take her around tomorrow, but to also drive her to and from work. The latter was a necessity he wasn’t willing to admit was more than keeping her safe.
Right. Keep telling yourself that, buddy.
What he needed was to have his dick sucked and a few beers to get his head back on straight. This woman had no hold over him. One pussy was just as good as another. With that plan in mind, he pulled up to the clubhouse and stopped before the two massive iron gates.
A prospect, Gerry, waved him in. He parked, and Gerry met him as he got out of the truck.
“What the hell are you doing in a cage?” he asked, looking at Dozer’s truck like it was an alien life form.
“Had something to deliver. I needed the space.” What that something was, Gerry wasn’t fucking finding out.
Without waiting to shoot the shit with him, Dozer made his way to the bar and gave the scarred oak top a rap with his knuckles. Eagle was finishing up a pour, but gave him a nod.
Spidey, had a sixth sense about most everything when it came to hacking info they needed, took the stool beside him. “I ran those plates.”
