word that one of their brothers’ misses owned a café that they’d get discounted food and drinks. I did try to give it to them free, but none of them accepted that. They paid.
My lunch times were always busy. Not only from the biker brothers but also from my new friends. Deanna, Zara, Julian, Mattie, even Zara’s parents and all the children came in. It could have been a ruse to keep my mind busy; most of the time it worked. No matter what though, I loved having them come in.
The only strange thing that happened for the week—well, besides when I blundered through conversations with the good-looking bikers—was that I hadn’t heard from Stupid Jim. No other email, phone call, visit or anything. Fox told me not to let my guard down. Just because he hadn’t made more contact didn’t mean he wasn’t out there watching. I was happy that he hadn’t made another move, but it also annoyed me. I wanted him out of my life for good so I could move on with it and finally stop the daily worry.
Friday lunchtime, I was sitting at a table in my café across from a large built man. He was similar to a lumberjack wearing his blue jeans and checked shirt. His name was Butch and he worked for a PI agency. Zara had called his company and asked for help since Fox and the bikers were unable to find Jim. He had asked questions and I answered them, even showing him the dating site and Jim’s profile. After he took notes, smiling, laughing and making me comfortable through it all, he laid his hand over mine and his sobered, hard gaze met mine. Then he said, “We’ll find the bastard.” His was so sincere, the way he switched from a sweet man to a gruff looking, scary one told me that he was ready to do anything to find Jim. It also had me wondering from his sever change of moods that something could have happened in his past, something that made him aggressive to any type of abuse on woman, a little like Fox. To give Butch reassurance, I smiled and nodded.
Hearing hard footfalls heading our way, we both turned. Fox, with a killer look upon his face, stalked toward us.
Ignoring Butch, he asked me, “Who’s this fucker?”
I gasped and glared. “Fox, that is no way to talk. And this is Butch. He works for a PI place.”
Fox turned to Butch and glared. “Talon’s sister’s?”
Butch glared back and said, “Yeah.”
Oh, wow, bad-arse, biker boss Talon had a sister in the PI business. I felt like giggling for some reason.
Fox’s eyes moved from Butch to his hand that, I then noticed, still covered mine. “So I shouldn’t kill him for touchin’ what’s mine?” he asked as he looked from our hands to me.
I moved my hand from under Butch’s and stood, curling my arms around his waist. “No, handsome, but we could talk about your possessive ways.”
He smirked down at me. “Not up for discussion.”
Rolling my eyes, I uttered, “Thought so.” I looked down at Butch, who now seemed amused by the interaction between Fox and myself. Ignoring Butch’s smirk, I added, “Sorry about him. He gets a little carried away.”
Butch shook his head, stood and said, “You bikers have all the fuckin’ luck. Ivy, you rest easy. We’ll find him.”
“If you do, you hand him over to Hawks,” Fox ordered.
Butch clenched his jaw. “Vi’s already told me.”
Fox smiled. “Good.”
Butch gave a chin lift to both of us and left.
Fox turned me so my front pressed against his chest. He leaned his head down so our foreheads touched and he growled, “Go to your office, Ivy. I need to fuck you. No one touches you but me. I need to fuck the thought of his touch outta my system.”
My body hummed. His possessiveness was a pain sometimes, though, most of the time, it got me all hot and bothered. That was why I whispered, “Um...okay.”
He took my hand and walked my dazed-self to my office. Justine gave me a knowing wink and I watched her laugh, I smiled shyly and shrugged, though I didn’t stop. Once we reached the
My lunch times were always busy. Not only from the biker brothers but also from my new friends. Deanna, Zara, Julian, Mattie, even Zara’s parents and all the children came in. It could have been a ruse to keep my mind busy; most of the time it worked. No matter what though, I loved having them come in.
The only strange thing that happened for the week—well, besides when I blundered through conversations with the good-looking bikers—was that I hadn’t heard from Stupid Jim. No other email, phone call, visit or anything. Fox told me not to let my guard down. Just because he hadn’t made more contact didn’t mean he wasn’t out there watching. I was happy that he hadn’t made another move, but it also annoyed me. I wanted him out of my life for good so I could move on with it and finally stop the daily worry.
Friday lunchtime, I was sitting at a table in my café across from a large built man. He was similar to a lumberjack wearing his blue jeans and checked shirt. His name was Butch and he worked for a PI agency. Zara had called his company and asked for help since Fox and the bikers were unable to find Jim. He had asked questions and I answered them, even showing him the dating site and Jim’s profile. After he took notes, smiling, laughing and making me comfortable through it all, he laid his hand over mine and his sobered, hard gaze met mine. Then he said, “We’ll find the bastard.” His was so sincere, the way he switched from a sweet man to a gruff looking, scary one told me that he was ready to do anything to find Jim. It also had me wondering from his sever change of moods that something could have happened in his past, something that made him aggressive to any type of abuse on woman, a little like Fox. To give Butch reassurance, I smiled and nodded.
Hearing hard footfalls heading our way, we both turned. Fox, with a killer look upon his face, stalked toward us.
Ignoring Butch, he asked me, “Who’s this fucker?”
I gasped and glared. “Fox, that is no way to talk. And this is Butch. He works for a PI place.”
Fox turned to Butch and glared. “Talon’s sister’s?”
Butch glared back and said, “Yeah.”
Oh, wow, bad-arse, biker boss Talon had a sister in the PI business. I felt like giggling for some reason.
Fox’s eyes moved from Butch to his hand that, I then noticed, still covered mine. “So I shouldn’t kill him for touchin’ what’s mine?” he asked as he looked from our hands to me.
I moved my hand from under Butch’s and stood, curling my arms around his waist. “No, handsome, but we could talk about your possessive ways.”
He smirked down at me. “Not up for discussion.”
Rolling my eyes, I uttered, “Thought so.” I looked down at Butch, who now seemed amused by the interaction between Fox and myself. Ignoring Butch’s smirk, I added, “Sorry about him. He gets a little carried away.”
Butch shook his head, stood and said, “You bikers have all the fuckin’ luck. Ivy, you rest easy. We’ll find him.”
“If you do, you hand him over to Hawks,” Fox ordered.
Butch clenched his jaw. “Vi’s already told me.”
Fox smiled. “Good.”
Butch gave a chin lift to both of us and left.
Fox turned me so my front pressed against his chest. He leaned his head down so our foreheads touched and he growled, “Go to your office, Ivy. I need to fuck you. No one touches you but me. I need to fuck the thought of his touch outta my system.”
My body hummed. His possessiveness was a pain sometimes, though, most of the time, it got me all hot and bothered. That was why I whispered, “Um...okay.”
He took my hand and walked my dazed-self to my office. Justine gave me a knowing wink and I watched her laugh, I smiled shyly and shrugged, though I didn’t stop. Once we reached the
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