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She took a sip, the fresh brew warming her instantly. “One: you have to buy the food. Two: you never call me before eight in the morning again unless you have a cup of coffee waiting on my doorstep.”
“Deal.”
She could practically hear the smile in his voice. She crossed her legs at the automatic flurry of desire.
“I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
Delphi glanced at the clock above the stove. “An hour? That’s not enough time to get ready. I have nothing to wear that’s biker chick.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll look great no matter what you wear. See you soon.”
“Wait, do you even know where I live?”
The call disconnected before he could answer. Admitting defeat wasn’t in her nature, but she also wouldn’t let him show up and see her makeup free and grungy.
A text message popped up the next moment.
Brewer: Just realized I don’t have your address. Mind giving it to me?
Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard.
Brewer: Don’t make me ask Jupiter.
Resigning herself to the fact that he’d do exactly that, Delphi sent him the address and hurried down the hallway to the bathroom. If she was going to do this, she sure as hell would make it a day to remember.After all, it’s just a ride. Nothing more.
CHAPTER9
BREWER
All morning,Brewer had tossed around the idea of inviting Delphi to go to Waverley with him. He was going on club business, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man Dolly’s contact said was back in town. If it was Shovelhead, he needed to snap a decent photo to present to the club. They wouldn’t act on a hunch if they could help it. Necessary proof was how Macha ran the lawless side of their club dealings.
Now, as he sat in front of the bistro, he had to give Delphi props. He’d stepped over a line to get her number, but she hadn’t shot him down. In fact, she agreed to go. It sent a shiver of happiness through him.
A side door opened, and Brewer had to physically keep his jaw from dropping open at the sight. If anyone said she wasn’t knockout gorgeous, he’d flatten them with one punch. The knee-high black boots with no heel she was wearing were perfect for riding bitch on his Harley. Skinny blue jeans and a comfortable-looking green hooded sweatshirt rounded out the rest of her outfit.
She walked closer, her face becoming clearer with every step.Hot damn.Her eyes made his dick jump in his pants. With her smoky dark eye shadow and perfectly lined eyes, Delphi was the very reason he jerked off twice before driving to her place.
“You look… amazing.” He licked his lips and willed himself to stop ogling her.
Delphi smirked. “Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
He shrugged, the typical jeans and sweatshirt he wore nothing to brag about, in his opinion. “Comfy gear is the way I roll.” He grabbed the spare helmet he had with him and held it out to her. “Ready for the ride of your life?”
She snorted and carefully pulled the hair back from her face and fastened it with a hair tie before she placed the helmet on her slightly springy curls.
“I’m ready for something.” She clicked the strap and knocked on the helmet. “My dad would freak if he saw me on the back of one of these again.” She circled his motorcycle, taking it all in. “I haven’t ridden one of these in years.”
“You had one?”
“No, an ex of mine did.” Her face clouded beneath the sunny sky. “It’s high time I got back on the horse, so to speak. I used to love riding around town on the back.”
A zing of jealousy simmered through Brewer’s blood. “You dated a MC man?”
“Why we headed to Waverley?”
Pushing down the urge to investigate the easy way she shrugged his question aside, Brewer started the engine. “Doing a little recon for the club.”
Delphi swung her left leg across the bike and settled on the seat behind him. Her warmth was already tempting him to reach back and run his hand up her thigh. “You’re not going to put me in any sort of trouble, are you?”
