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the hallway. When she came into the room for a moment he forgot to breathe.
Damp curls fell around her face and down her back. Her blue eyes, which seemed brighter than before, met his gaze almost shyly.
No, Brandy wasn’t classically beautiful, but there was something about her that took his breath away—made him forget about the cat shirt and skirt she had on again.
She licked her lips and his focus slid to her moist and lush mouth. He balled his fists so he wouldn’t do something stupid. Like touch her again.
“What’s your plan, Brandy?”
Her eyes widened. Damn, he hadn’t planned on being so abrupt, but when she was around nothing seemed to come out right.
“Umm. I’ve been thinking about it…”
Had she? It didn’t sound like it with the hesitation in her voice.
“I think I’ll just try and keep a low profile for a couple of days while I decide what to do.” She bit her lip. “Maybe get a room in one of the smaller motels outside the city. One where no one will recog—Gordon won’t find me.”
She wanted to stay in some ghetto motel? His eyes narrowed. That sounded like a shitty plan to him.
“Look, I have to go to work soon—”
“Of course you do. Gosh, I’m so sorry, Marco. I’ve been monopolizing your life and your time. I mean you obviously have plans.” She drew her lower lip between her teeth for a moment. “Look, why don’t you just drop me off at a bus stop. I can figure out how to get around.”
“No.” Shaking his head, he hated the idea already. He didn’t want her running around with some half-baked plan. He wanted her to have a good solid one. One where she’d at least be in a safe place. Where he wouldn’t have to worry that he’d thrown her to the dogs.
“Tell you what, why don’t you come to Dante’s Place with me. Hang out for a bit and grab some lunch. There’re even places to shop nearby if you want, but don’t rush off on your own until you know what you’re doing for sure.”
Her eyes widened and she looked ridiculously happy by the small offer.
“You’re sure you don’t mind?” she asked, her tone hopeful.
“I wouldn’t have offered if I did. Besides, we make damn good burgers down at the bar. You can’t leave Vegas without checking out Dante’s. We’ll just have to catch a cab back to the casino to grab my bike.”
“That’s right, you had to leave it there.” The realization didn’t seem to please her. She gave a soft sigh. “You’ve been so nice to me, it’s like you’ve been my guardian angel these past two days.”
He laughed, but not because he found her words amusing. His feelings for her were in no way holy.
Shaking his head, he muttered, “I’m no angel, princess. And you should try and remember that.”
The parking lot at Dante’s Place was mostly empty except for a couple of motorcycles out front. So it really was kind of a biker bar.
Brandy followed close behind Marco as he opened the door to the bar and strode inside.
Had she ever been in a real bar? The one in the casino last night had been a first for her, but when she’d been surrounded by the glitz and glam of a Vegas casino it seemed a little different.
This bar was like something she would have expected to see in the Old West. There weren’t swinging saloon doors or anything, but the inside was dim and the wooden floorboards creaked with each step she took. And it had the smell of new wood, not old. Like it had been built not too long ago.
Marco looked back at her. He was so close his chin brushed her hair.
“You okay?” He lifted an eyebrow in amusement and she flushed, stepping back a few feet.
“Fine, though it’s awfully dark in here. Don’t you believe in adequate lighting?”
The husky laugh and teasing look in his dark eyes sent those increasingly familiar warm tingles racing through her body.
“There are lights.”
“Yes, but not adequate.” Okay, so it wasn’t that bad. But really, she would have been a lot more
Damp curls fell around her face and down her back. Her blue eyes, which seemed brighter than before, met his gaze almost shyly.
No, Brandy wasn’t classically beautiful, but there was something about her that took his breath away—made him forget about the cat shirt and skirt she had on again.
She licked her lips and his focus slid to her moist and lush mouth. He balled his fists so he wouldn’t do something stupid. Like touch her again.
“What’s your plan, Brandy?”
Her eyes widened. Damn, he hadn’t planned on being so abrupt, but when she was around nothing seemed to come out right.
“Umm. I’ve been thinking about it…”
Had she? It didn’t sound like it with the hesitation in her voice.
“I think I’ll just try and keep a low profile for a couple of days while I decide what to do.” She bit her lip. “Maybe get a room in one of the smaller motels outside the city. One where no one will recog—Gordon won’t find me.”
She wanted to stay in some ghetto motel? His eyes narrowed. That sounded like a shitty plan to him.
“Look, I have to go to work soon—”
“Of course you do. Gosh, I’m so sorry, Marco. I’ve been monopolizing your life and your time. I mean you obviously have plans.” She drew her lower lip between her teeth for a moment. “Look, why don’t you just drop me off at a bus stop. I can figure out how to get around.”
“No.” Shaking his head, he hated the idea already. He didn’t want her running around with some half-baked plan. He wanted her to have a good solid one. One where she’d at least be in a safe place. Where he wouldn’t have to worry that he’d thrown her to the dogs.
“Tell you what, why don’t you come to Dante’s Place with me. Hang out for a bit and grab some lunch. There’re even places to shop nearby if you want, but don’t rush off on your own until you know what you’re doing for sure.”
Her eyes widened and she looked ridiculously happy by the small offer.
“You’re sure you don’t mind?” she asked, her tone hopeful.
“I wouldn’t have offered if I did. Besides, we make damn good burgers down at the bar. You can’t leave Vegas without checking out Dante’s. We’ll just have to catch a cab back to the casino to grab my bike.”
“That’s right, you had to leave it there.” The realization didn’t seem to please her. She gave a soft sigh. “You’ve been so nice to me, it’s like you’ve been my guardian angel these past two days.”
He laughed, but not because he found her words amusing. His feelings for her were in no way holy.
Shaking his head, he muttered, “I’m no angel, princess. And you should try and remember that.”
The parking lot at Dante’s Place was mostly empty except for a couple of motorcycles out front. So it really was kind of a biker bar.
Brandy followed close behind Marco as he opened the door to the bar and strode inside.
Had she ever been in a real bar? The one in the casino last night had been a first for her, but when she’d been surrounded by the glitz and glam of a Vegas casino it seemed a little different.
This bar was like something she would have expected to see in the Old West. There weren’t swinging saloon doors or anything, but the inside was dim and the wooden floorboards creaked with each step she took. And it had the smell of new wood, not old. Like it had been built not too long ago.
Marco looked back at her. He was so close his chin brushed her hair.
“You okay?” He lifted an eyebrow in amusement and she flushed, stepping back a few feet.
“Fine, though it’s awfully dark in here. Don’t you believe in adequate lighting?”
The husky laugh and teasing look in his dark eyes sent those increasingly familiar warm tingles racing through her body.
“There are lights.”
“Yes, but not adequate.” Okay, so it wasn’t that bad. But really, she would have been a lot more
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