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Fucking mine.
I blink at her a few times, trying to figure out what the hell is going on because I’ve never had this kind of reaction to a woman. Mine? What the hell does that even mean?
“Oh my,” she breathes out, her eyes fliting back and forth between mine and my shirt which is still hot against my skin but cooling quickly. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going. It’s all my fault.”
She grabs my hand, and a jolt goes up my arm and straight to my fucking heart, making it beat rapidly in my chest as I try and wrap my mind around what is happening right now. I’ve heard stories from some of the guys, especially Bronco when he met his old lady, McKenzie, about when they met their woman. They knew she was theirs and then they never let her go.
Could that really happen to me in Mistletoe Creek fucking Tennessee of all places? While I’m supposed to be looking for the damn hacker who has been stealing from the club?
Yeah, it would be just my luck.
“Holy shit. What was that?” She drops my hand and looks at me with wide eyes as I shake my head.
“I don’t know, Temptress, but if you want to hold my hand to see if it happens again, I’m all for it,” I offer with a smirk, while holding my hand out in front of me.
She grabs my hand and tugs me inside the café she just came out of before proceeding to pour her entire hot as fuck beverage all over me. It smells like peppermint and chocolate, and I scrunch my nose up a little because I know it’ll be a sticky mess in not too long and I’ll need to change before the lantern festival.
“I’m only doing this to help you clean up,” she grumbles, which is cute as hell, and shakes her head. “I don’t ever do this kind of shit,” it sounds like she’s talking to herself more than me. “What is wrong with me?”
I give her hand a squeeze as we get over to where cream and various coffee stuff is set on a small table along with napkins. “Nothing’s wrong with you…,” I let my voice trail off in a questioning manner hoping she’ll give me what I want.
My woman huffs and rolls her eyes. “Robyn. I’m Robyn Locke,” her words have an absent quality to them as she grabs some napkins and starts to dab at my shirt, as if it’ll make a bit of difference.
I know it won’t, but there is no way in hell that I’m going to stop her. Not when it means she has her hands on me. I’m not a stupid man.
“Robyn,” her name rolls off my tongue with so much ease and something settles in my chest the moment I say it. Her eyes snap up to mine and I grab her hands to stop her from patting the napkins against my chest. “I’m Friar,” I tell her without thinking.
“Friar?” She looks me over, her brown eyes moving from the tips of my toes up to the top of my head that’s currently covered in a black beanie. “What kind of name is Friar?”
I swallow hard and decide I don’t have a choice, but to go with the truth. “It’s my road name,” she pales, and it has the hair on the back of my neck standing up, “but you can call me Tucker.”
“Tucker,” she whispers.
“That’s right, Temptress, Tucker Fox.”
She nods, but the action is kind of robotic and I swear I can see wheels turning in the depth of her brown eyes. She yanks her hands away from me and rushes out, “I’m so sorry. I was running late and then I ran into you, which I really am sorry about. I really need to go.”
I reach out to her, but she’s out the door so quickly, my fingertips don’t even brush against her. I stare at the door for a while, hoping she comes back to me. When she doesn’t, I leave to change my shirt, and then roam around Mistletoe Creek. I should be trying to figure out who the hacker is, but I’m not. I’m looking for any glimpse I can get of Robyn.
When I meet up with my brothers at the Queen’s Orchard for the floating lantern festival, my eyes immediately find my woman. She’s chatting with some people from town and the smile on her face takes my breath away. Everything in me is screaming to go to her, but I hold myself back.
There was something about her reaction to me when I told her Friar is my road name that has my stomach clenching. Something’s going on, which is why I keep an eye on her. When the lanterns are released and float into the sky, I wish she was leaning back against my chest as we watch them disappear.
I want her, it’s like a fire burning in my chest, but it’ll have to wait. I’ll have her in my arms, but I can’t do that until I find who I’m looking for. Then I’ll put all my focus on getting to know my Temptress and all her secrets.
CHAPTER 5
ROBYN
I sit up straight in my bed as the memory of the smile Kyla had on her face when I gave her the concert tickets for her birthday fades around me. I want to cry because that moment has been haunting me more and more. It’s like I can’t escape it lately.
For the last ten years, it’s come in waves. There have been times when I could almost forget what drove me from my home and what has fueled my need for revenge. Then there are other times when it slams into me over and over while not allowing me to get my feet under me.
Meeting Tucker today threw me off and it was something I couldn’t shake, especially when I went to the floating lantern festival and felt him watching me. I don’t know why he was there or who the men there with him were. I’ve never seen any of them in town before today, but they’re intimidating as hell.
I’m not sure they just came to town for the holiday festivities. When Tucker told me Friar was his road name, I barely stopped myself from running away from him. Still, I got out of there as quickly as I could.
I should have gone home, packed, and gotten the hell out of Mistletoe Creek. I’m not sure why I didn’t. If he has a road name then he’s part of an MC, even though he wasn’t wearing anything telling me which one he’s with.
