Haze was written on the side, but it was subtle. If a person wasn’t paying attention, they would miss it. The big letters were still black, but they were shiny in contrast to the rest of the bike.
“I’m just sayin’, we could put a damn motorhome in front of you, and you’ll start assessing it.” Koren poked her cousin again.
Devyn giggled and shook her head. Koren wasn’t wrong. It was in her nature. It was literally her job to understand any kind of motor vehicle on sight—its inner workings, how much it cost, the market value, how to improve it . . .
Her mind wandered again, but a new voice broke her from her thoughts this time.
“I see you admirin’ my baby, Thicka.”
Devyn’s perfectly arched brows dipped, and she turned to find the source of the deep voice that seemed to send vibrations right to her pussy.
Her eyes widened when they landed on a tall man with toffee-colored skin and the darkest eyes she had ever seen. Not dark as in color, though they were pretty close to black. Dark as in dangerous. A shiver went down her spine, but she realized it wasn’t out of fear. It was out of pure desire.
“This is yours?” she asked, eyeing the bike once again before narrowing her eyes at him.
“Ain’t no other nigga out here named Haze.”
Devyn cocked her head to the side, her shoulder-length hair falling over one shoulder. “I find it hard to believe your mama named you Haze.”
He chuckled, showcasing perfect teeth and a brilliant smile. Devyn was a sucker for a beautiful smile. She was a sucker for good-looking people, really. But if the personality matched? Baby, listen . . . This Haze man had no idea that he had the potential to turn around her entire night.
“You can ask her when you meet her.” His confidence turned her on.
At this point, it was like they were the only two people in the world. She was completely locked in on their conversation.
“Meet her?” she asked, her curiosity getting the best of her. She would stand here all night and talk to this man if it meant she could understand more about him.
“She gotta know the woman who’s gonna be my wife, don’t she?”
Devyn’s jaw dropped—literally. Judging by his facial expression, she could tell he really surprised himself too. She almost felt like he didn’t actually mean to say that.
“Oop, on that note, I’m going to go find a drink,” Koren said. Devyn barely registered her and Emilia disappearing throughthe crowd. Normally, she would have chased after them and cussed them out, but her four-inch black heels stayed planted in place as she looked up at Haze.
“Wife?” she asked, because there was nothing else that she could think of to say at that moment.
Haze grabbed the back of his neck before he nodded his head toward his bike. “You ride?”
The change in subject made her giggle. She would let him live, but best believe she would bring that comment back up before they parted ways.
“No. I just appreciate motor vehicles. Mostly cars, though.”
“What made you come to our block party then?”
“You’re in the club that’s hosting?” she asked, answering his question with one of her own.
“Yeah, somethin’ like that. Now answer my question.” He licked his juicy lips as he gazed down at her. She noticed he had a couple of small tattoos on his face. Normally, that would make her face frown up, but she found it super attractive on him.
“My cousin and best friend dragged me here. They heard about it through the grapevine and wanted to come check it out.”
“You been here long?”
“Just got here.”
“How lucky of me to have found you right away then.” His eyes never left hers.
His words hung in the air between them as they silently battled it out in a staring contest.
Finally, Devyn cleared her throat and tore her gaze away from him. “I should find my girls.”
