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“Who is that and where can I get one?” She pinched her arm. “Um, hello, earth to Nikita. Do you know him?”
Tucker’s eyes latched to her and a glimmer of disbelief scribbled over his face. The shadow on his jaw was dark and his lips held a hint of mischief. Judging from the leather cut tight across his shoulders, he was part of a motorcycle club. This was the absolute last place she expected to see him. Last she knew, Tucker was in the Armed Forces somewhere in the Middle East. The military was where he belonged not in some grungy bar in Colorado.What the hell happened to him?
“Yeah, I know him or knew him.” Nikita reached for her bottle of beer and almost tipped it over. She managed to get a good grip on it in time for Tucker and a hulking man beside him to reach them.
“I’ll be damned.” He stopped shy of the barstools, his brown eyes gliding over her. “Is that really you, Kita?”
“Kita?” Mandi choked on her drink.
She cleared her throat, the nickname drudging up old memories of their times together. She couldn’t look away, her body heating the longer his adorable grin tempted her. “How’s it going, Tucker?”
His eyes narrowed and the grin slipped from his face. “Seriously? After all this time, you’re just going to act like you didn’t disappear on me? Where the hell did you go? Why didn’t you call me? I was worried sick about you, Kita.”
Nikita took a large sip of beer, her stomach doing somersaults. “Um, I can’t really talk about it.”
Tucker placed a hand on the bar beside her, locking her in place. His beautiful eyes were full of pain and anger. She couldn’t blame him for either one. He deserved to be pissed at her.
“You can’t or you won’t talk about it?” He searched her face, worry lining his brows. He looked good enough to kiss until they were both breathless.
“Both,” she said softly.
He leaned in closer, brushing his cheek to hers. Nikita closed her eyes at the contact, their surroundings morphing into white noise. Nothing mattered when Tucker was around her. It’d always been that way. Somehow he made everything but them disappear.
“Well, that’s a damn shame,” he said, his breath cascading down her neck, tickling and turning her on at the same time. “Because I’ve missed the hell out of you.”
He pulled away long before she was ready. The fog around them dissipated and Nikita’s vision finally cleared. She was an undercover FBI agent. She couldn’t let some flame from her past disrupt the mission.No matter how hot he is.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked to Mandi who looked a little too enthralled by the entire scene. Already she wasn’t looking forward to the conversation they’d have later.
“Look, Tucker, I’m not interested in catching up.”
“It’s Kevlar these days, but that’s okay. Clearly, you’ve forgotten how to stay in touch with people. Can’t say I’m surprised since you didn’t care enough to say goodbye.”
Nikita’s nose twitched at the obvious rebuke. She did care. She just couldn’t care in that moment.
He nodded to his friend. “This is Rubble, a buddy and brother of mine.”
Reviewing their cuts, she recognized the goddess when Rubble turned. He was part of Macha MC. They’d come up a time or two on her radar, but never seemed like a credible threat. It gave her a jolt of relief. Even though he was still part of a dangerous lifestyle, Macha wasn’t one of the bad ones.
Three sets of Greenback Cutthroat members’ eyes locked on their unexpected reunion. The men sporting ripped jeans and equally muscular arms scurried out of the booth. A glint of metal on the biggest man caught her attention. She’d recognize a gun anywhere, and hers was safely stowed under her bed at the dollhouse.
Tucker or whatever he was calling himself these days could expose her. He knew her real name. All he had to do was mutter it and the wrong person would discover why she and Mandi were slumming it as club girls. She had to get him the hell out of there before he blew her cover.
“Cool, well, unless you guys want to eat your cuts, I suggest you leave.” She nodded toward the approaching men and set down her beer. She couldn’t tell him what was going on, but she could protect him. It was a poor consolation, but it’d have to do. “Now, Tu—Kevlar.”
Kevlar’s eyes dashed to the stocky bikers and a secretive smile crossed his face. “I appreciate you looking out for me, Kita, but I can handle my own. You’d know that if you stayed in contact.” Nikita opened her mouth to interrupt, but he jutted his chin to his friend and added, “And so can he.”
Questions peppered Nikita’s mind, but she didn’t voice any of them. If he didn’t leave soon, she may never know what happened to the boy who most definitely turned into a man over the last fifteen years.
“But— “
“Well, well, lookie here, boys. Two Macha bitches are ready to cause trouble,” the biggest man said.
Rubble stepped forward, his stature overwhelming every man and woman in the bar. Nikita tilted her head up to see his face, something she rarely had to do with her nearly six-foot frame. His long beard looked as fierce as his unique eyes.
“Not looking for trouble,” Rubble stated, looking down at the trio. “Just a beer or two.”
Kevlar waved at the bartender. “Unless the Cutthroats want to turn away money.”
