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covered her mouth with her hand as tingling swept up the back of her neck. And she’d wanted to. With Riley sitting at the booth, she was ready to play kissy-face with a guy who irritated the hell out of her. How ridiculous was that?
If Riley called her again—and it was a huge if —she’d make it up to him. She had to forget about Throttle and concentrate on her studies, her work, and exploring something with Riley. There was no way she’d let a hot man in leather deter her, even though she’d always been a sucker for leather and Harleys. All she had to remember was what a jerk he was and all would be cool. She took another gulp of beer. She had a handle on it.
No problem.
* * *
Throttle opened the shop door, welcoming the gust of icy air that shrouded him. He waved at Hawk as he came up to the counter. “How’s business?”
“Good. Didn’t expect to see you. You’re not working?”
“Rags is on it this morning. We hired a few guys to help out on that landscape job over in Fernwood.”
“How come you’re not working it?”
Throttle’s skin pricked. “What the fuck? You’re not my employer. I had shit to do earlier.” He pushed his boot against the corner of the counter. “You got a problem with me being here?”
“Not at all. I’m just surprised. Fuck, you’ve come to the shop more in the past couple weeks than you have all year. Just find it curious.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I thought I’d come by to help you out with all the fuckin’ boxes you had in your office. You told me you needed the help, but I’ll just fuckin’ leave.” He spun around and stomped to the door.
“Dude, calm the fuck down. I could use your help. I’ve an errand I gotta do, so you can man the phones and plug all this shit”—he waved the papers in his hand—“into the computer.”
Throttle turned back and followed his buddy into the office. “Take a seat.” Hawk gestured at the desk chair. “I’ll show you how to put in the inventory on a program I came up with. It kicks ass and makes keeping track of products a whole lot easier.”
As Hawk showed and explained the software, Throttle wondered if Kimber was at work. He was going to ask, but Hawk had made such a big fucking deal about him coming to the shop to help out that he kept silent. He shook his head. Hawk knew exactly the reason he’d come by, and he was right—Kimber. Throttle wanted to see her again, be close enough to breath in her scent. The things she did to him were incomprehensible, and it pissed him off and excited him at the same time.
“So it’s pretty easy. You got a handle on it?” Hawk picked up his keys on the desk.
Throttle nodded, pointing at the stack of boxes on the file cabinet. “You want me to unpack and categorize those for you?”
“Those are from Jerry. Damn, I can’t keep his ornaments in the shop. I’ll take care of it when I get back. I just need you to plug in the items and codes. I should be back in a couple hours.”
Throttle swung the desk chair to face the computer. “See you when you get back.” He typed in the first item. He knew he should’ve been working on the big job he and Rags had landed, but instead he’d hired an extra person to take his place while he sat hunched over typing a bunch of numbers, hoping to maybe get a glimpse of Kimber. Fuckin’ pitiful.
After forty-five minutes of tapping numbers into the computer, he regretted his decision to come to the shop. Knock. Knock. He looked up. “Come in.”
The door opened and Kimber walked in, her hand flying to her throat. “Uh… Is Hawk here?” She moved her head around searching for him in the small office.
Enjoying her discomfort, he swiveled to face her. “No. I’m manning the store. What do you need?”
She stood silent, her gaze fixed on his face.
“So you wanna just admire my good looks, babe? I’m down with that.” He sniggered.
Her face flushed. “Hawk told me he’d leave a part I need
If Riley called her again—and it was a huge if —she’d make it up to him. She had to forget about Throttle and concentrate on her studies, her work, and exploring something with Riley. There was no way she’d let a hot man in leather deter her, even though she’d always been a sucker for leather and Harleys. All she had to remember was what a jerk he was and all would be cool. She took another gulp of beer. She had a handle on it.
No problem.
* * *
Throttle opened the shop door, welcoming the gust of icy air that shrouded him. He waved at Hawk as he came up to the counter. “How’s business?”
“Good. Didn’t expect to see you. You’re not working?”
“Rags is on it this morning. We hired a few guys to help out on that landscape job over in Fernwood.”
“How come you’re not working it?”
Throttle’s skin pricked. “What the fuck? You’re not my employer. I had shit to do earlier.” He pushed his boot against the corner of the counter. “You got a problem with me being here?”
“Not at all. I’m just surprised. Fuck, you’ve come to the shop more in the past couple weeks than you have all year. Just find it curious.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I thought I’d come by to help you out with all the fuckin’ boxes you had in your office. You told me you needed the help, but I’ll just fuckin’ leave.” He spun around and stomped to the door.
“Dude, calm the fuck down. I could use your help. I’ve an errand I gotta do, so you can man the phones and plug all this shit”—he waved the papers in his hand—“into the computer.”
Throttle turned back and followed his buddy into the office. “Take a seat.” Hawk gestured at the desk chair. “I’ll show you how to put in the inventory on a program I came up with. It kicks ass and makes keeping track of products a whole lot easier.”
As Hawk showed and explained the software, Throttle wondered if Kimber was at work. He was going to ask, but Hawk had made such a big fucking deal about him coming to the shop to help out that he kept silent. He shook his head. Hawk knew exactly the reason he’d come by, and he was right—Kimber. Throttle wanted to see her again, be close enough to breath in her scent. The things she did to him were incomprehensible, and it pissed him off and excited him at the same time.
“So it’s pretty easy. You got a handle on it?” Hawk picked up his keys on the desk.
Throttle nodded, pointing at the stack of boxes on the file cabinet. “You want me to unpack and categorize those for you?”
“Those are from Jerry. Damn, I can’t keep his ornaments in the shop. I’ll take care of it when I get back. I just need you to plug in the items and codes. I should be back in a couple hours.”
Throttle swung the desk chair to face the computer. “See you when you get back.” He typed in the first item. He knew he should’ve been working on the big job he and Rags had landed, but instead he’d hired an extra person to take his place while he sat hunched over typing a bunch of numbers, hoping to maybe get a glimpse of Kimber. Fuckin’ pitiful.
After forty-five minutes of tapping numbers into the computer, he regretted his decision to come to the shop. Knock. Knock. He looked up. “Come in.”
The door opened and Kimber walked in, her hand flying to her throat. “Uh… Is Hawk here?” She moved her head around searching for him in the small office.
Enjoying her discomfort, he swiveled to face her. “No. I’m manning the store. What do you need?”
She stood silent, her gaze fixed on his face.
“So you wanna just admire my good looks, babe? I’m down with that.” He sniggered.
Her face flushed. “Hawk told me he’d leave a part I need
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