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much to see except for an impressive selection of beers lining the top three shelves. She shrugged to herself and reached inside and pulled one of the ice cold bottles out before closing the door behind her. She looked around for an opener, but there didn’t seem to be any lying around and she thought again about going into the front room and asking one of the bikers, but she didn’t have the nerve. She went over to the table in the center of the room and placed the tip of the cap on the corner, holding it in just the right position so that if she applied some pressure to the cap with her other hand then maybe it with ping off. But when she tried, she just lost her grip and the bottle slipped, the cap still firmly in place.
    “Damn,” she said aloud and then somewhere behind her, she heard the main door slamming and a thunder of heavy boots and footsteps entering the house. She stopped still, startled and unsure whether to quickly move out of the way or whether to wait and see who was arriving. In the end, she stayed rooted to the spot and as the door to the kitchen opened, her heart skipped a beat in her chest as she saw those hypnotic green eyes flicker around the corner to meet her.
    Stick smiled a wide smile when he saw her standing there and instantly clocked the unopened bottle of beer in her hands.
    “Starting early?” he teased as he looked into the hallway over his shoulder and then closed the door behind him.
    “Well, I would have, but there doesn’t appear to be anything to open it with,” she smiled.
    Stick kept his eyes fixed on hers as he crossed the room and took the bottle from her hand and raised it up to his lips, never once breaking contact with his gaze. The second she could smell him, her heart started to race. He was a mixture of booze, cigarette smoke, and gasoline, and it was driving her wild. He opened his mouth and in one swift movement, he bit the cap and pulled it clean off from the bottle. He spat the cap onto the floor, took a swig from the beer bottle and then handed it back to Serena so calm and coolly she was already getting wet and hot for him.
    “There you go,” he said with a wicked grin. “I think I’ll join you.”
    He crossed over to the refrigerator and pulled a bottle from the top shelf and opened it with his teeth. He walked back over to her and held the tip of his bottle against hers and they chinked them together.
    “To new friends,” he said, his eyes penetrating hers.
    “To new friends,” Serena repeated.
    He reached down and touched the loose fabric of her dress and breathed in deep.
    “I like this… A lot,” he whispered gruffly. He bit his bottom lip and groaned and Serena felt her pulse quicken. What was he doing to her? One word, one graze of his hand and she was a quivering mess.
    “You look beautiful,” he said as his hand travelled up toward her shoulders. He touched her long hair and swept it back over her shoulder and then tilted her chin up so that she was looking him dead in the eyes.
    “I’m never going to be able to keep my hands off you,” he whispered. “I don’t know what it is about you, but you’re doing something to me that I can’t explain.”
    Her heart was racing so hard that she could hear the beat of it.
    “I feel the same,” she panted. “I’ve never felt a draw to someone like this before.”
    He bit his bottom lip again as if he was physically trying to restrain himself from kissing her, and then, out in the hallway, there came the sound of footsteps.
    Serena instantly stepped back and leaned against the counter and Stick turned and looked back in the refrigerator.
    Bull came charging through the door and she could tell immediately that he was in a terrible mood.
    “Hi, Serena,” he said as he looked at her and tried to smile.
    She nodded and smiled back.
    Behind him, another selection of heavy footsteps was following and she sipped her beer and tried to fade into the background. She didn’t want to be in the