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“Yeah. I guess that’s probably the mature thing to do.Mature. What a bunch of malarkey.” She rolled her eyes.
“Don’t hold back, Jazz. Tell me how you really feel,” I drawled.
“I’m just thinking that if I was already pregnant and the father of my child was the best sex I’d ever had and he was more than willing to jump in the sack again, that’s like winning front row seats to the rodeo.”
“Really? The rodeo?”
“It’s Texas…”
“Besides, I never said it was the best sex I’d ever had.”
“I saw you the morning after. Iknowit was the best sex you’ve ever had.”
I couldn’t help it—a giggle escaped my mouth.
My phone chimed again.
“Papa Biker doesn’t want to be ignored,” she teased.
“Oh my God, you. Hush,” I said with a laugh.
“Where are you going to go for dinner?”
“Somewhere casual.”
“What are you going to wear?”
I frowned. “Will you bugger off?” I grabbed my phone and texted Slash.
7 p.m. @ Ernie’s.
I set my phone aside. “Can we get back to work now?”
* * *
My heartbeat drummed heavily in my ears when I walked into Ernie’s at 7 p.m. on the dot. Despite telling Jazz this wasn’t a date, it still felt like it was. I tried to ignore how long it had taken me to put together an outfit and do my makeup and hair.
I’d wanted to look like I hadn’t tried. My dark hair was in a loose side braid that curled over one shoulder, and I’d only put on a bit of blush, mascara and lip balm. I’d worn a pair of jeans with rips in the knees and a cream thick weave sweater that hung off one shoulder.
I looked around the restaurant to see if Slash had arrived before me. He was sitting at the bar, his eyes trained on me. He got up from his stool.
Everything fell away as I watched him stalk across the restaurant. He towered over everyone, commanding the space around him, owning it like a predator in its natural habitat.
He wore his leather cut, a white T-shirt, and boots with thick soles.
Even though I’d chosen a bar and grill casual restaurant, Slash stood out. He came to my side and stopped. Leaning down, he brushed his lips across the apple of my cheek, and his raspy whiskers caused goose bumps to break out all along my skin.
He pulled back and stared at me, his hazel eyes flashing with warmth.
“Table for two?” the hostess asked, interrupting our moment.
“Yeah, thanks. Somewhere in a back corner, if you have it,” Slash replied.
She smiled. “Absolutely, sir. Please follow me.”
Slash placed his hand at my hip and urged me forward.
“Not a date…” I murmured beneath my breath.
