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"Wow. Like that program on the television. The one with the father and son who argue all the time?"
"Not quite like that. At least not all the time. I do have a partner. Clint."
"The guy in the hospital," I said, nodding.
"That's the one. Originally the plan was to be a one-man show, but it quickly became clear I sucked at the business side of my business. Clint came along, taking over that part of it while I worked on the bikes. But, yeah, I hate the advertising, the invoicing, the numbers." He shuddered.
"Really." I leaned forward. "I love all that stuff. My mom runs her own cleaning business. She has loads of employees, and I help her keep books and payroll."
"Well, you are better than me, that's all I can say. But I hope you keep things tidier than Clint does. He's a pig, and his office is a stye. I went into his office yesterday and thought I was going to catch some deadly disease."
I wrinkled my nose. I wasn't allowed near dirt or germs. I couldn't even remember what it was like to get into second-night sheets.
"What are you thinking, Mallory Lux?"
He said my name with such longing. It sent tingles along my skin. "I guess I'm thinking about germs." I made a silly face.
He laughed and picked up a prawn cracker, pulverizing it between long fingers. "They are everywhere."
"So true." I sipped my soda, thinking of more things to ask him. I wanted to know everything. "Why motorcycles?"
He thought for a moment, looking at the mess with the cracker before lifting his gaze to mine. "I mean why not. You rode on one. Was there anything better?"
It was true. I'd enjoyed every moment of the ride. "It was the most exciting thing I'd ever done," I admitted.
Rush eyed me like he doubted my words. "My family … They are all invested in their staid jobs. Like my brother is an accountant." He rolled his eyes. "Refuses even to try and have fun."
"And he doesn't want to help you with your business paperwork?"
He scrunched his face, and my heart did a flip flop. The fruity drink had alcohol in it. I hadn't told Rush because I didn't want him to think less of me, but it was my first alcoholic beverage. I had to admit I liked the buzz. It softened out all my worries and loosened my tongue.
"We don't always see eye to eye. He thinks I rush into things. They all do."
"Hence the nickname?" I arched my brow, sipping on my fruity drink.
"Well yeah, that and the fact I like to go fast, real fast." He winked, which made my stomach feel all shivery and tight.
"So, how did you get the business?" I wondered if I was coming across as nosey, but at the same time, I needed to know all the things that turned Jensen into Rush.
"When my grandmother died, she left my brother, Bryan, and me an inheritance. He invested his into who knows what. Probably stocks and bonds while I put mine into my business. Of course, my family thinks I'm nuts, but I hope I'm proving them wrong."
"Families can be funny like that," I said. Wasn't that the damn truth?
I was cut off from adding anything else by the waitress coming over and asking Rush if we'd finished. She didn't look at me. Instead, she blocked me with her hip as she focused on him.
Peering around her, he raised a questioning eyebrow. "Finished, Lux?"
"Uh, sure." I didn't want our time to end but wanted to stay and have a conversation with someone who looked like him for the first time in my life.
"Can I getyouanything else?" The waitress asked him, sounding all husky and sexy, jutting her voluptuous cleavage a little more, but only making him lean further around to ask me.
"Anything else you want?"
"Yeah, I'd love a water," I said, working not to glare at the busty woman.
"And for you, sir?" I think she might have been offering him a private lap dance.
"I'll have another water like my date." A note lingered under the word date, and the waitress straightened up and huffed a little breath, walking away without a backward glance at me.
