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All wishful fantasies.
His father got a job out of state and off they went. I had a girl’s hopes back then. But I never thought I’d make it to twenty-six and still be a virgin, but here I am. A town this small you don’t really have a lot of options and I’m just not the kind of girl to jump into bed with just anyone.
“Are you kidding me?” I grit.
He’s leaning over me now and I can feel he’s seconds away from telling me how to do my job.
“How am I supposed to fix your bike with youstanding over me like that? You know, I’ve worked on a Harley or two before. No need to watch me like I’m going to scratch your baby.”
I remove my denim jacket, hanging it over one of the handlebars. Grease stains are a bitch—the wedding dress I am less sentimental about.
A grunt is all I get in return.
It’s a sexy sound that has me shivering. Inappropriate? You bet. But true. I could easily blame it on the cool night air, but I won’t lie. It’s him.
Men.
I swear, I sensed him before I even laid eyes on the man seconds before he stepped foot in my diner this evening. And if that’s not weird enough, the second our fingers brushed, a forest fire of epic proportions burst into flames inside me.
Even though I damn well knew who waltzed into my diner, I had to look. As soon as I spied him through the service window, I nearly dropped every damn pie I had on my trays.
RyderfuuuckingWolfe.
The boy who broke my damn heart into a million little pieces and never came back to piece them together. The boy who grew up into a tempting devil with his bulging muscles, military haircut and beard making my insides overheated from the layers of sexy wrapped around him.
He even smells the same. Clean, like the cool mountain air wrapped itself around him the second he hit town limits.
He shifts his weight behind me, and I almost vibrate with the feeling of his nearness moving over my skin.
He is bigger than I remember. Huge, with tree trunks for thighs, and a great pair of black jeans molded over them. His leather jacket and soft tee do little to conceal his broad chest and hard abs.
Must be from the days in the Marines. His momma called every so often about their house I helped look after and she always had a moment to tell me how Wolfe fared overseas.
Never once did she mention him getting engaged or married.
He moves a bit closer, leaning in to watch me take off a few more screws to get deeper into the motor. His body heat shields most of the chilled air from hitting my back andHoly shit.I feel every warm caress like a lover's touch.
Lover? What’s wrong with you, Kandy? Head. Game. Now.
I was supposed to be married today is what. Lying in my bridal bed and finallyfinallytaking the next step in my life of not being a virgin.
My body is ready to party but my brain baked pies all day instead. No exchange of memos between the two.
I let out a sigh, my breath a puffy white cloud in front of me.
I peer up at him, a man who’s powerful and imposing, and he casually takes a step back, a grin smoothing out the tight lines across his forehead. He’s easily two-hundred and thirty pounds of muscle and there’s a fierceness about him earned from years in the military. Everything about him looks hardened by Uncle Sam, in fact.
Especially his eyes.
“Mind giving me some space and some light?”
“Sorry. She’s been with me a while now. Feels like an extension of myself if you know what I mean.”
I nod. “I do. I feel the same about this place and the diner.” I wave the wrench around to encompass the trio locals.
I thought his muscular body was something to see, but his face—his face tells me the boy I knew is not the man standing in front of me. He’s seen things. Done some wild shit. Dark things he probably doesn’t like talking about. I didn’t take much notice earlier. His neatly combed beard doesn’t hide his full lips or the slash of his cheekbones. And his eyes—who knew eyes that dark existed? His fierce gaze burns into me and a shudder curls from toes to fingers—a reaction my now ex-fiancéneverelicited from me.
Memories of what Ryder and I shared years back, as young as it was, and what I see in the man today collide in my mind, making it difficult to gather my wits and get back to work.
