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precipice of arousal. This little interaction was turning her on, and he could smell that musky sweetness between her thighs.
    “Where are we going?”
      He cranked the engine, and before he pulled out onto the road, he looked over his shoulder. “I was thinking of taking you to dinner. I think we should talk.”
    She watched him and then nodded. He pulled onto the road and headed to the sports bar owned by the club. It was small, but they had a private room specifically for parties, and that was where they could eat a nice meal and he could tell her things about himself he had never told anyone else—not even the MC. It was only a ten minute drive to the bar, and when he pulled into the gravel parking lot, right beside a row of other Harleys, he realized he was nervous as fuck. But this was a necessary evil.
    He helped her off the bike, and they headed inside. The interior was decked out in Harley décor, with a partially restored WLA hanging from the beams. Since this place was where a lot of the Grizzly MC’s from around the country hung out when passing through, they had a building behind the bar that was broken up into smaller rooms for members to crash and recuperate. A few girls who hung out at the main clubhouse were working the floor as waitresses. He tilted his chin to Mike, an older guy from town that had known the club for years and who was now working as the bartender.
    “Hey, I’m taking the backroom as long as it’s free.”
    “It’s free.” Mike was cleaning one of the glasses and grinned at Brick. He had a gold cap on one of his front teeth that glinted when the light hit it. He reached under the bar and handed Brick two menus. “I’ll send one of the girls back to take your order. You want me to bring some drinks back to yah?”
    “Yeah. A beer for me.” He looked at Darra.
    “Um, I’ll just take a water , please.”
    Brick took her hand again and led her down the hallway and into the only backroom they had for parties. There were a few tables in the room, all dressed for service, a small private bar pressed against one side of the wall, and a little stage for entertainment purposes. Once they were seated, Mike had brought their drinks, and a waitress had taken their orders, they were left alone once again. A long moment of silence stretched, and he watched as she smoothed her hands over her linen napkin.
    “Why are you so nervous?” He could smell the tangy scent of that particular emotion in his nose.
    She lifted her head and looked at him. “I’m not.” She straightened her shoulders when he gave her the look that said he knew she was full of it. “Okay, I may be a little bit, but it’s only because I want to tell you some things about myself, and they aren’t very pleasant.” “Darra, you have nothing to be nervous about.” He leaned back and ran his hand over his jaw. He should have shaved. “Listen, I don’t believe in beating around the bush or lying, and although what I’m going to tell you is something I’ve never told anyone else, I think it needs to be told if anything is to work between us.” He reached out and took her hand. “And Darra, I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted you, that you’re my female, and that I won’t let you go.” Her eyes looked so big and blue, and her nervousness was evident. “And I will never let anyone hurt you or take you away.” If she left on her own that was a different matter, but Brick wouldn’t allow anyone to take what was his, and Darra was his.

Chapter Six
     
    Darra admitted that she was scared of whatever Brick had to tell her. He seemed far more serious than any other time, and that was saying something since the man hardly ever showed emotion. After a week of knowing him, but only actually seeing him a few times, she knew that opening up to each other was the logical step. She had thought about it long and hard, and knew that if she really wanted to give this a go with him—which she did—then she had to be