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Isa thought back over the past two weeks. “Well, he stood up for me when a few of the MC members were checking me out. Then he stopped me from making a fool out of myself when I got too drunk.” She smiled whimsically. “And of course, he’s usually never more than a hundred feet away. Even slept in my room a few times.”
Orla covered a smile behind her fist, but Isa saw it anyway. “That’s really sweet, hon, but isn’t his job to protect you?”
“Aye, but—”
“Everything you’ve said is him doing exactly that.”
“What about the kiss, then?”
Sighing, she went back to her keyboard. “You’re gorgeous, Isa. Any man would count himself lucky to be in the same postal code as you. But that doesn’t mean he feels anything other than animalistic attraction.” She bit her bottom lip, face concerned. “Unless you ask him straight out, I wouldn’t bank on him being your happily ever after.”
“Then you think I’m reading too much into our interactions?”
Orla shrugged. “I’m not there. From what you’ve told me about the club and from my research online—because I’ve literally nothing else to do while you’re on holiday—if Doc lets anything happen to you, he’s as good as dead to Macha.”
Her friend’s perception hit Isa hard. She’d concocted a fairy tale when none existed. At least none she could verify. “You’re right.” She forced a smile. “I’m being silly.”
“I’d never say that. Just be careful, all right? I don’t want to see your heart broken by some badass biker.”
Niall came into the frame. “Love, Mr. Patterson is back, and apparently I’m not feminine enough to help him.”
Orla chuckled and blew her a kiss. “Better go help. Love you, sis.”
“You too.” She sighed as the video call disconnected. She could almost hear ornery Mr. Patterson demanding one of the “pretty ladies” help him with his weekly purchases. He was one of their regular customers, and despite seeing Niall every week, the old man preferred Isa’s or Orla’s help.
Rolling to her stomach, Isa scanned social media on her phone. Most of her friends were having a dandy summer whereas she was stuck in Colorado with a man who may or may not like her in more than an “animalistic” way, as Orla suggested.
Tearing off her sweatshirt, she snuggled under the covers. For the time being, she’d take a nap and hope that by the time she woke, Doc would be a distant memory.
* * *
An hour later,she woke to the sound of a light knock on her door.
“Isa, you in here?”
“No.”
Doc opened the door and chuckled. “You have quite the doppelgänger, then.” He stepped inside the room and leaned against the door to close it. His tall stature and wide shoulders filled the doorway while his leather-and-musk scent overpowered the vanilla cupcake candle on the bedside table. It was one of the items from her shop she had to bring.
“What do you want, Doc?” She sat up and the sheet fell down her chest. The cool air hit her tank top, and she rushed to cover her braless state. She hadn’t expected any visitors.
His eyes dipped to her chest, and he ran his fingers through his overgrown hair, swiping it to the right side of his head. Her fingers itched to replace his, but she’d resist and keep her horny arse on the bed. She couldn’t endure rejection if she was off base.
“I, uh, wanted to make sure you were okay before I headed to the bar. You missed dinner, and I was worried about you.”
“I’m fine.” She yawned and grabbed her phone. New posts from Orla and Niall caught her eye. They were stupidly adorable on their social media accounts.
Boots shuffled to the bed, and she felt his weight sink into the mattress. Flicking her eyes to him, she swallowed hard at his probing stare.
“Are you, Isa?” He placed his right arm on the other side of the bed, trapping her between his body and arm. “If you’re freaked out because of the kiss—”
“It’s fine. Your job is to protect me.” She stared at the green Celtic knot tattoo on his forearm. “Sometimes lines get blurred.”
Doc gently gripped her chin, forcing her eyes to return to his baby blues. “That’s what you think the kiss was? Blurred lines?”
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Not with him close enough to touch and her traitorous body wanting her to do that and so much more to him.
He stroked her cheek with his knuckles, sending a delightful shiver down her spine. She couldn’t look away if she wanted. His perfect eyes paralyzed her.
