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Kai glanced down at the flannel shirt that Ben had given him last Christmas, with the sleeves rolled at his elbows and the front opened halfway over a white T underneath that stretched tight over his chest. The comfortable jeans that Ere bought him online specifically tailored for his long, muscular legs, big hard ass, and slim hips. And the thick suede boots that Mama Bear got him at the local store downtown.
This was one of his go-to attires. It was comfortable and convenient. He recalled Ere mentioning “lumberjack” before, and how all the women in town were going to go crazy for him.
Kai made a note to wear something less…distracting in the future. Better yet, he’d hibernate in his cavern instead of venturing into town in the first place.
Thankfully, the platters of food arrived, which gave Kai the excuse to ignore the women buzzing around him like incessant bees, to dig in heartily into his meal. Well, even if he didn’t have the food as an excuse, he’d still have no trouble tuning out unwanted attention.
But then they started getting bold and touching him.
A hand on his shoulder, another squeezing his biceps. Fingers walked sneakily up his thigh. And one of them had gotten close enough to brush her gigantic udders against his chest.
Annoyance slammed Kai’s brows down, and he was just about to grip the hand that wandered too close to his crotch when a low, husky voice said:
“Better get your hands off my man before I snap those wrists like twigs.”
Kai’s heart slammed against its cage, making him all but choke on his food.
Slowly, he looked from calf-high motorcycle boots encasing black leather pants to a low-V tank top half hidden by a form-fitting leather jacket. Up a long, pale neck to a fine-featured, angular face. Wide mouth. High cheekbones. Slashing brows. And startling, almond-shaped green eyes.
Kai’s heart hammered harder; his pulse raced so fast he could barely breathe.
He didn’t recognize this face, this form.
There were no freckles splashed across the moonstone skin. The shape of the mouth was different. The hair, instead of raven’s wing black, was a dark mahogany with fiery bronze strands that glinted in the low lights of the bar, woven in a long, fishtail braid that draped over the stranger’s shoulder.
But the eyes…
They were Eir’s eyes.
Even if the tilt was different. Even if they were rounder instead of longer. The green was that perfect concoction of shades, so brilliant and clear. Windows to a soul…
He recognized.
She stepped right between his spread thighs, tilting her head up to stare into his eyes as he sat paralyzed on his stool.
He didn’t even notice when the blonde and the redhead had scurried away.
Distantly, he was aware that this woman before him looked badass enough to take down anyone who looked at her askance. With her head-to-toe leather, the fingerless gloves, that sharp, no-nonsense clench of her jaw, and the cold, hard glint in her hunter’s eyes.
She was somewhere around six feet in height, the tallest woman in the bar, made a couple inches taller still by her boots. Her body emanated the power of a predator, her lines long and leanly muscular. A trail of tattoos peaked out from the shield of her braid, running from behind her ear, down her neck, over her collarbone to disappear under her top.
He didn’t look to see what it said. He couldn’t take his eyes from hers.
“Hey stranger,” she murmured in that low, husky voice, the smoky sound of it making him shiver.
“How about we blow this joint?” she invited with a tilt of her head.
She smiled enigmatically and leaned close enough to share his breath, but didn’t touch him in any way. Even though every molecule in his body screamed at her to do so.
Beg, if he had to.
She licked her lips, and they were so close that she licked him too, making his breath shudder in a sharp inhale.
“Come with me now, beautiful warrior,” she entreated in that sultry growl.
“I promise I’ll give you the ride of your life.”
