“Oh boy,” I whispered.
“That’s about right,” Dog remarked then his eyes shifted over my shoulder.
I was turning to see what he was looking at when I heard a deep, gravelly voice ask, “Who’s this?”
Then I saw him. I wasn’t into biker dudes but I could seriously make a turn to the Harley side for this guy. He was tall-ish. He was broad and ripped and there was no “ish” about either of those. He had a lot of tattoos up his arms and neck that I instantly wanted to examine, up close, to the point of cataloguing them and maybe writing books about them. He had salt and pepper hair, mainly pepper, black pepper and it was long with a bit of wave but not too long or too wavy. Ditto with the pepper in his salt and pepper goatee that hung a bit long at his chin in a biker way that was mammoth cool. His cheeks were a couple days passed needing a shave which looked good on him too. He had spikes of pale radiating in the tan skin around his blue eyes. There were only two words to describe all that was him: Biker Yummy.
“Hey,” I whispered and his eyes went from over my shoulder, looking at Dog, to me and my whole body did a shiver.
Then his blue eyes did a body scan and it shivered again.
They locked on mine and his gravelly voice growled, “Hey.”
Another shiver.
Yowza!
“Tack, she’s cool. She’s with me,” Dog stated, my body did a lurch and I turned to him to see he was around the counter and heading my way.
“I am?” I asked and Dog’s gaze pinned me to the spot and said without words, “Shut the f**k up!”
I shut the f**k up and turned back to Biker Hottie.
“Sheila know about her?” Biker Hottie asked.
I turned to look at Dog who was standing next to me. “Sheila?”
“How many bitches you need?” Biker Hottie went on.
“She’s not my woman, brother, she’s a friend. She’s cool,” Dog answered.
“All right. So who is she?” Biker Hottie, otherwise known as Tack, pushed.
“Her name’s Gwen,” Dog answered, Tack looked at me and I froze.
Then I watched his lips move to form my name softly.
“Gwen.”
Another shiver.
I’d always kind of liked my name. I always thought it was pretty. Tack saying it made me freaking love it.
“So who are you, Gwen?” he asked me directly.
“I’m, um… a friend of Dog’s,” I told him.
“We established that, darlin’,” he informed me. “How do you know my boy here?”
“She’s Ginger’s sister,” Dog said quickly and Tack’s entire, powerfully built frame went wired instantly and it was so damned scary, I forgot how to breathe.
“Tell me she’s here to drop the money, brother,” Tack whispered in a voice that was equally as scary as the way he was holding his body, if not more.
“She and Ginger aren’t tight,” Dog explained. “Like I said, she’s cool. She’s good people.”
“She’s blood of the enemy, Dog,” Tack whispered.
Uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh.