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“That your name?”
“Yep. Do you want a beer? I mean, I can buy you one.”
He smirked. “Don’t need to buy drinks here, babe, but I’ll have one with you.”
I wanted to palm my face. I forgot we didn’t pay for drinks at the compound—all the booze was supplied. At least he wasn’t running from how I’d acted. “I’d like that…”
“Country.”
“Country,” I muttered under my breath as he called out to Kylo for two beers after glancing at my empty bottle. I peered down to his thick tattooed arms and then to his vest, my eyes widened when I saw the patch read, President.
He was in charge of the club, and all I could think was that it would have to be a hard job to do since there were so many members.
Country passed the beer to me. When I took the bottle, I tipped it his way. “Thanks. Can I ask you something?”
He nodded. “Yeah, Dusty.” Oh boy, my name from his mouth sounded like porn.
“I… can’t remember now.”
He chuckled. “Then let me ask you somethin’.”
Smiling, I nodded. I took a sip of the beer, kicking my feet since they didn’t touch the ground.
His gaze made a quick run over me, and instead of feeling creeped out, I liked it. “How old are you?”
With a mock glare, I gasped. “You should never start with the age question.”
His dark brow rose, and a chuckle sounded, this one softer. “I shouldn’t?”
“No. Not unless you’re prepared to answer it as well.”
“All right, darlin’. You go first.”
“Nineteen.”
His eyes widened. “No shit?”
Shaking my head, I replied with his own words, “No shit.”
“Babe” was all he said with a shake of his head.
“What?”
He rested his elbows on the counter and turned his head my way. “What you doin’ here?”
Picking up my drink, I shook it a little. “Drinking.”
“Nah, darlin’, I mean what are you doin’ at a clubhouse at nineteen? Don’t you got better things to do? Go out with friends, people your own age?”
“No, I don’t have many friends who I feel comfortable drinking with.” Coffee dates, sure, but nothing where I felt I could let myself go and drink around them. I’d be too worried about what I’d say or do or if they found me annoying.
Yet, there I was drinking in a biker’s club of all places.
Yeah, my actions didn’t make sense.
My face heated. “I know it doesn’t make sense because here I am drinking with you, but…”
“But?”
