“Red,” I heard a gravelly voice say and my head whipped around to see Tack standing at the other end of the table. “Bike.”
Even though his presence ratcheted the hotness quotient surrounding our table up about seventeen notches, not to mention he was mine, I started glaring.
“Well hello to you too, handsome.”
“Bike,” he repeated.
“Would you like to say hi to everyone?” I suggested.
He cast his eyes around the table and grunted, “Yo.” Then he locked his eyes on me and reiterated, “Bike.”
Picking a girl at random, I chose Tess. “He’s not scary biker dude. He’s bossy biker dude.”
“Red,” Tack cut in and I looked back at him. “Bike.”
I kept glaring at him.
“Now I see the other half of it,” Hawk muttered at this point.
“Tyra,” Tack stated in a warning, growly voice.
“Oh, all right,” I snapped and hopped off my stool, catching Sadie’s eyes. “Sadie, thanks for the drinks. That was sweet. My turn next time.”
“Okay,” she replied.
“Like that’s gonna happen,” Hector muttered.
Sadie rolled her eyes.
I smiled at her and looked at Hawk.
“I didn’t get a chance to thank you for rescuing me.”
“Don’t mention it,” he replied.
“I already did,” I pointed out and got the dimples.
Wow.
“Then, you’re welcome,” he said.
I smiled at him then gave my good-byes and nice to meet you’s and made my way to Tack. The instant I got close, his hand closed around mine and he dragged me toward the door.
I turned back and waved at the crew.
The girls waved back.
The men watched with lips tipped up.
I memorized the view because, seriously, they were like out of a movie about cool, badass macho men and funny, sassy women that dressed kickass who all bantered and got kidnapped frequently.
Except better.
Chapter Twenty
Bright Orange
“What’s the hurry?” I asked, running through the parking lot to keep up.