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I stiffen and my cheeks flush angrily. “You’ve got a real attitude problem, buddy. Maybe you could go grace another bunch of people with your lovely presence. We don’t need you here.”
That has his attention switching to me and he paces closer to the table, leaning over it, his big, meaty paws curling into the wood, making it creak and groan. My eyes flick down to those hands and my heartbeat slams into my chest when I see them flex, his long fingers curling tighter.
“I’m not leaving without my sister. So call the cops if you want to. But she’s coming home.”
And before I can blink, his hand reaches out like a snapping gator and pushes the table to the side. I jump back and he stalks around me like I’m not even there. He comes from behind me, pulling a sullen girl who has the same steely grey gaze as his.
His heated, amused gaze shoots to me standing there with my mouth hanging open. “It’s been a pleasure, princess.”
“The pleasure’s all yours,” I snap, my jaw tightening. “Neanderthal caveman,” I mutter under my breath.
His head tips back in a laugh and he grins at me, making my belly churn with the most shameful feelings. Desire, lust. Things I’m not really interested in.
“I’ll see you another time, princess. Then you can call me all the names you want to call me. After I get my sister home.”
Then he turns on his big, booted heel and stalks out the door, dragging the little brunette behind him.
The room explodes in chatter around me but I’m still thinking about his wicked smile and the dimples that appeared when he grinned wickedly at me.
That is one dangerous man. I draw in a shuddering breath and bring my attention back to the customers.
“Well, that was….interesting. Everyone finish up. We’re gonna close up shop early so that we’ve all got our things put away. Then I want to talk to you about the different glazes to make your work pop!”
While the room devolves into a beehive of activity, I turn and watch the big man standing outside my door arguing with his sister.
His eyes dart back and lock on mine and I know deep in my heart that it’s not over with him.
Something’s just getting started.
CHAPTER2
Harrison
“Idon’t understand why you don’t at least try to get to know him before you say such mean things about him. He’s a really good guy.”
I sigh and run my hands through my hair. “It’s not him. It’s who he hangs around with. They’re all troublemakers and Colt has already gotten into trouble running around with them. You don’t need to get involved in that. Not when you should be getting ready for college in the fall. Until that boy gets his head on straight, he’s no good to any girl.”
Heather huffs and crosses her arms in front of her chest. “I don’t think that’s fair. It’s not his fault that they’re not good people.”
“It might not be fair, but it’s fact. And until he realizes how much trouble they’re going to get him in, you need to stay the hell away from him,” I growl. “Now get in the damn car and I’ll take you home.”
“I’ll walk,” she says and stomps off, her boots clicking hard on the ground.
Shaking my head, I watch her walk away, wondering if I should chase her down and throw her surly ass in my truck. Hopefully the walk home cools down her temper.
My eyes lift and I watch sky-blue eyes widen, her lashes fluttering lightly. Her blond hair twisted up in a knot on her head glows in the bright lights of the store.
I take one step and then two back to that door before I shake my head and turn back around to stalk to my truck.
“I don’t even know her name,” I mutter under my breath. Even if I did, I can’t afford to get distracted by anything right now. Not until I have my sister packed off to college. Then I can relax and maybe have a life again.
Right now all I do is chase after her and her little boyfriend when they try and sneak around behind my back.
I hop up into my truck and then stare back into the pottery studio. The lights are still bright and warm and everyone in there is focused on my girl as she laughs and chatters to them.
I’ve never seen a woman like her before. She’s so pretty and curvy. Her ass is wide and rounded and just right for digging my hands into. Her hips and thighs are thick and gorgeous. Her waist dips in to a slim curve. Her breasts are practically sonnet-worthy. I could write an ode to every damn delicious curve of her body. Which is saying something because I hate poetry. That body though? It begs to be celebrated.
She leans over a table and her ass is right there. Right in front of me and I groan in agony. It’s like she hears me because she looks over her shoulder at me and there’s a fire in those bright blue eyes that makes me wish I could head right back in there and throw her over my shoulder, taking her home to do as many devious, sexy things to her body as I can.
