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There was just something about him that made me feel safe. Which is completely ridiculous. If they’re here looking for me, then I should leave.
I was so rattled that when I came home, I got on my computer and did some digging into the Devil’s Saints MC, since they’re the only MC I’ve taken money from lately. I couldn’t find any information on a man called Friar or Tucker Fox associated with the DSMC, but not finding him might not mean a damn thing.
It certainly didn’t help the fear swirling inside me. Or make it easier to decide if I should try and wait it out or leave right away.
If they are here for me, then they’re already too close. Will disappearing make it more obvious who they’re looking for? And I gave him my real fucking name, too stunned to come up with a lie on the spot. Because I was struck dumb by his muscular chest and clear blue eyes like a huge cliché.
I try and relax in my bed while telling myself that I’ll leave tomorrow, but my dreams still have a hold on me, and I find myself staring up at the ceiling while my heart aches for Kyla. I miss her. I miss the person she never got the chance to become. I wonder what the hell happened to her and if all hope really is lost to find her.
I know the odds. They aren’t good and even if there was a slim chance she’s alive out there, she would have so much trauma that part of me hopes she’s at peace. Which makes me feel guilty.
Or maybe it just makes me a coward.
I push the memories of Kyla away because they’re so painful and the first thing that pops into my head is Tucker. How is it possible I managed to bump into the sexiest man I’ve ever met in my life and spilled my entire drink on him? If it hadn’t happened to me, I would have thought things like that only happen in rom coms. And yet there I was, just trying to get my caffeine fix from the Mistletoe Café.
He looked casual in his heavy flannel shirt, worn blue jeans, boots, and a beanie on his head, but there was something about him that held so much awareness. He was clearly amused by me running into him and I think I saw heat in his eyes when he looked at me. And look at me he did, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head without missing an inch.
It made my pussy clench and my nipples pebble. It took a lot of self-restraint to not throw myself at him. Which would have been even more embarrassing. I, clearly, didn’t need help in that department as it was.
Tucker Fox.
How can one man’s name be so sexy and so right on point? It’s really not fair.
On top of being sexy, his voice was pure deliciousness. It was deep and rich, with an edge of steel and arrogance that had me wishing I could hear him whisper dirty things in my ear while his large hands roamed all over my body. The longer I was around him, the more I wanted to tell him all my secrets and have him protect me from my own decisions and their consequences.
It was stupid which is why I got out of there as fast as I could. But I had already made mistakes. A lot of them. Like touching him because it felt like electricity was running over my skin when I did.
Dumb, dumb, dumb.
I almost fall out of my bed when someone starts to bang on my door and then I almost trip myself on my comforter when I try to walk out of my bedroom. It’s late, or early depending on how you look at it, and no one should be knocking on my door unless there’s some kind of emergency. I have no idea why someone would come to me in an emergency, but my curiosity and fear that something is wrong has me ripping open the door without even looking out the peep hole to find out who it is.
Tucker is there staring at me, his blue eyes cold, before he pushes inside my place and growls, “It was you. I knew there was something going on with you when I met you today. I fucking knew it.”
“Knew what?” My voice is hoarse so I clear my throat and shake my head, desperately trying to understand what this man is doing in my space and why he thinks he could barge in. “What are you talking about? Why are you here?”
His blonde hair, no longer covered by the beanie he had on earlier, is sticking up like he was running his fingers through it in agitation. Even though they’re cold, his eyes also have a wild, feral quality to them as he looks around. He’ll be disappointed since there’s not much to see when it comes to my apartment.
I’m not sure he’s even talking to me when he mutters, “Unless you have a man and he’s here. That would explain it.”
I huff and turn toward the kitchenette to grab some water and throw over my shoulder, without thinking, “I don’t have a man. I don’t know who you’re looking for, but you can see yourself out.”
Before I can open the cabinet for a cup, I’m pressed up against the counter by Tucker’s large body. I can feel every hard angle of him as he presses firmly against my back. There’s something dark and dangerous in the way he buries his face in my neck, something that has my entire body teetering between turned on and flight.
It’s a heady combination and I have no clue as to which way I’m going to fall. I try not to pant as he nips at the place where my neck and shoulder meet, and my knees go weak.
“Please tell me it’s not you, Temptress,” his voice is pained and makes my heart ache even though I have no idea why.
I whisper, “Not me who?”
“Not the hacker who has been stealing from my club,” he grunts, and my body goes rigid. “Fuck,” he bites out, “it is you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” my voice is so fucking shaky that I don’t even believe my bullshit.
“You have no idea what you’ve done, Robyn, and who you’ve stolen from. You shouldn’t have done it.” He pulls away from my back and I instantly, and stupidly, miss his warmth. His hands are firm when he spins me around and looks down at me, his eyes intense as they bore into mine. “Why? Tell me why. I know it was you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the words sound a little stronger this time around, but they’re still far from believable.
“Don’t lie to me,” he growls and then I’m up and hanging over his shoulder.
