DARKWOOD HIDEOUT 3 BIKER HOW TO
DARKWOOD HIDEOUT 3 BIKER SERIES

DARKWOOD HIDEOUT 3 BIKER SERIES

Lanterns hung over the scarred bench-style tables, and the bar itself was a series of old wood doors attached end to end. The walls were a deep sinful bordello red and lined with old mining tools. It was like entering an old western saloon. The place snagged her interest immediately. вЂњI donвЂ™t know.вЂќД®xcept heвЂ™d nudged her inside already, and her feet were going willingly. You can keep a pile of money in the back seat of your unlocked car and itвЂ™d be safe, but you canвЂ™t keep a secret.вЂќ ItвЂ™s just that they tell all the truth, even when they shouldnвЂ™t. вЂњWhat, donвЂ™t people tell the truth around here?вЂќ

DARKWOOD HIDEOUT 3 BIKER HOW TO

It might even have been contagious if she hadnвЂ™t been so damn worried that any second now he was going to morph into an angry, uptight, aggressive LA attorney who didnвЂ™t know how to control his temper. He flashed her a smile, and holy mother of God, it was wickedly sexy. вЂњAnd anyway, the bikeвЂ™s going to live,вЂќ he said, directing her to the door, the one whose sign read THE LOVE SHACK. Which was good, right? Amused at her klutziness was better than being pissed. вЂњEven though.вЂќ His mouth quirked slightly, as if she were amusing him. вЂњEven though IвЂ™ve tried to kill your bike twice?вЂќ вЂњParker was hitting on a good friend of mine and making an ass of himself. He looked in the direction that Smarmy Suit had vanished.

вЂњLook, nothing personal, but IвЂ™ve just seen how you deal with people who irritate you, soвЂ¦вЂќ He righted his bike with annoying ease and held out a hand. But you look like you could use a little pick-me-up.вЂќ вЂњWith a drink.вЂќ He gestured with his head to the bar. вЂњBut I swear I have nothing against you or your motorcycle.вЂќ вЂњMind telling me why you have it in for my bike?вЂќ He had a strong jaw, and cheekbones to die for, and disbelief swimming in those melted caramel eyes. His dark hair was finger-combed at best, a lock of it falling over his forehead.

He was bigger than sheвЂ™d realized, and she took a step backward, out of his reach. With an inward wince, she turned to face him. Then two big hands closed around her upper arms and pulled her back from it. With renewed panic, she struggled with his bike. She wasnвЂ™t sure if it was the volatile situation, ringing far too close to home, or if it was because any second now, he was going to notice her and what sheвЂ™d done. Smarmy Suit put a little distance between them then yelled, вЂњFuck you, then!вЂќ before stalking off into the night.

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