A gentleman.
Totally the second love of my life.
Once I gained my feet and ascertained my legs were going to support me, I looked up at Hawk. “How much do I owe you for the tab?”
“On me,” he replied.
“No, really, I had four cosmos. How much –?”
His black eyes focused on me and I shut up.
“On me,” he repeated firmly.
“Okey dokey,” I muttered.
He grinned.
My ni**les started tingling.
Then he kept talking. “You get to the truck, got a folder for you.”
I blinked up at him.
Then I asked, “Pardon?”
“Melbamae and Lulamae Hanover?”
I felt my lips part but I didn’t reply.
I didn’t need to reply, he read my face.
“Sent a man, he had a word. Did some diggin’, created a file. They give you shit, which would surprise the f**k outta me if they do, my man reported he was thorough, then you turn that file over to your attorney and you’re golden. Yeah?”
I pressed my lips together so I wouldn’t burst into drunken tears.
He was sweet.
“Mara?” he called then prompted, “Yeah?”
“I’ll make you one of my barbeque chicken pizzas,” I blurted and that was when I got his smile.
And it was a nice smile.
A really nice one.
He had two dimples.
Two!
Holy cow.
Gwen who was standing beside him, her arm tucked through his, leaned around him and told me, “Cabe’s body is his temple. You want to give payback, buy him a big vat of protein powder or a coupon for a lifetime supply of cottage cheese.” She grinned. “But I’ll take the pizza.”
“You’re on,” I whispered then I looked up at Hawk. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Hawk’s deep, attractive voice replied quietly.
Yep. So totally the second love of my life.