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“That’s a risk I’m not sure I’m willing to take.” She was done talking about the Demons. They had already taken over almost every waking moment of her life. She hadn’t planned on talking about them over dinner. Her intention tonight was to forget her job for an hour or so and enjoy the company of the man across from her. It was time to change the subject before she regretted texting him. “You haven’t touched your soup. Weren’t you hungry?”
“I already ate.”
She had been surprised when he’d only ordered a bowl of soup but figured he was on a strict diet to keep his physique for stripping. “Oh, you should’ve said something. We could’ve gone to dinner another night.”
His hazel eyes locked with hers. “Mel, it was never about the food.”
“You have a lot of interest in the club,” she murmured, ignoring the implication beyond the words that came out of his mouth.
He shook his head. “No, I have a lot of interest in you. Your life just seems to revolve around the club.”
He wasn’t wrong.
When the waitress came to clear the table and ask if they needed anything else, she broke the invisible hold between them. Before the server could even place the check down, Danny grabbed it and immediately dug out his wallet.
“I can pay for mine. You don’t have to pay for the whole bill. You didn’t even eat.” She never let a man pay for her meal. When they did, they tended to expect something more than just company in exchange.
“Again, it wasn’t about the food, Mel.”
It wasn’t only about the food for her, either.
If only the topic of conversation hadn’t been a stomach-churning one. She would have liked to learn more about him than simply discuss herself and her problems. Right now her salad wasn’t sitting well.
She met his warm hazel eyes across the table. “Thank you for keeping me company while I ate.”
“It was a pleasure. And I’d love to do it again.”
So would she.
He ended up paying the bill, despite her resistance again at the cash register, and they headed out. Not five minutes later they were back in the rear lot at the club.
His deep voice filled the Kia. “Are you going back in, or going home?”
“Home. I don’t want to go in and give Cookie a reason to leave, then I’ll be stuck working another late night. I really need a break and a good night’s sleep.”
Before he could get out and open her door for her, she did it herself. She leaned back in and said, “Thank you for dinner. See you Monday night, Blaze.”
His sexy smile lit up the dark interior. “See you Monday night, MJ.”
He sat in his Kia while she got into her Chevy and he didn’t leave until she did.
Everything about him seemed a bit too perfect. And while she was interested, that worried her.
She was already dealing with enough problems from the Demons. She didn’t need another headache in her life.
Even a gorgeous redhead she’d like to see dance horizontally.
“Yo!” Finn called out to Crew as soon as the DEA agent walked into church. He slipped his mirrored sunglasses off his face and tucked them into the neckline of the Henley he wore under his leather BAMC cut.
Anyone available for today’s club run was gathering downstairs at The Plant. He had sent out the invite by text and they were still waiting on a couple of members. Once everyone arrived, they’d head out with Finn, the club’s road captain, leading the formation.
Crew approached him. “What’s up?”
“Need to run something past you.”
His gray eyes narrowed. “About?”
“Me being undercover.”
Crew shook his head. “I already know you fucking hate being a Pecker. Don’t need to hear you bitching about it again. Sometimes you’re worse than my fucking ex-wife.”
Finn sighed. “Not about that.”
Crew cocked an eyebrow. “Then, what?”
Finn tipped his head toward the nearby meeting room.
Crew considered him for a full second before nodding. “Got it. Let’s go.” The task force leader followed him into the room where the executive committee met and closed the door behind them. “I assume this is about the Demons. Talk to me.”
“I had dinner with the club’s manager last night. Tried to take her temperature on what might be going down behind the scenes at The Peach Pit.”
“And? Did she witness shit?”
“I think so, but she held back on giving me any details. I tried to get her to open up about it, but she’s worried about speaking out because she knows those Demons are dangerous. Especially after they only got their grimy hands on that club after harassing and intimidating the previous owner. They pushed her out using threats and acts of violence by slashing her tires, breaking windows and who knows what else. I wouldn’t put anything past those motherfuckers.”
With one hand on his hip, Crew dropped his head and shook it. “Damn.”
