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“Hi.” He glances down at the book and tilts his head in its direction. “Whatcha reading?”
“Oh, uh, you’d probably find it boring.”
“Try me.”
I shove a piece of paper in the book to mark my spot before closing it to show him the front cover. “It’s just some research I’m doing for my thesis.”
Viking scans the words and arches a brow. “Valhalla?”
Some tidbit of information niggles at the back of my mind, but I can’t quite figure out what it is.
“Yeah. I’m a little, um, obsessed.” I shrug.
“There are worse things to be obsessed with.”
I tilt my head. “True.”
“What specifically about Valhalla interests you?” he asks.
“Everything.” I half-heartedly chuckle at myself. “I grew up hearing stories about it, and I’ve never been able to put them out of my mind.”
“Well, I can relate.”
Viking turns around so I’m able to see the back of his vest, and that tidbit slams into my brain full force.
That’s right. He’s part of Valhalla Rising MC.
When he faces me again, my heart skips a beat. How one man can be so damn sexy is beyond me.
“Well, I won’t keep you,” he says. “I just wanted to stop by and see if you’d be interested in hanging out sometime.”
“Why? You don’t even know me.”
“You’re right, I don’t. But there was something about you that drew me in.” His smile falters, betraying his nerves. “If you’re not interested, tha—”
“I’m interested,” I blurt, and my cheeks heat with embarrassment. “I mean, yeah, I’d like to hang out.”
“Great. The club is throwing a party tomorrow night. You should come.”
“Did I hear you say party?”
I whirl around and see Jeff standing at the opposite end of the counter. He closes the distance between us and leans his elbows on the surface, much like Viking did.
Viking looked better doing it, though.
“Eavesdropping?” I ask sarcastically.
“Of course not,” Jeff quips with a smirk. “I came to do some research and simply overheard part of your conversation.”
I glance from him to Viking and hesitate when I see that the biker’s smile has turned into a frown.
“Do I know you?” he asks Jeff.
“Don’t think so, man. Pretty sure I’d remember you if we’d met before.”
Viking stares at him for a few moments before seemingly mentally shrugging off whatever is bothering him. His lips don’t tip into a full-blown smile again, but he no longer appears to want to crawl out of his skin.
“So, a party?” Jeff prods.
