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“Yeah.”
“It’s because of your hair color. You know”—she turned and looked directly at him—“the light that’s coming through the window is bringing out the blue undertones in your hair. It’s very attractive. I have a friend who tries to get that from a bottle, but it ends up looking one dimensional.” A small laugh escaped through her lips. “She’d kill to have your hair—not just the color but the shine and thickness.”
Not saying a word, he stared at her, and her breath caught at the feral look in his eyes. Shifting in place, she fiddled with the black buttons on her jacket.Ping!Glancing down, she watched one of them bounce against the pavement.
Crow bent down at the same time she did, and as they both reached for it, his fingers brushed against her hand. It was just a graze of skin against skin, but it was enough to send a small spark sizzling along her spine.
“Here you go.” He placed the button into the palm of her hand.
“Thanks.” She slipped it into her pocket.
“When I was a teen, I had the rep of being fierce and not letting anyone mess with me—like a raven, you know?” The corners of his mouth twitched as if he were trying to suppress a smile. “That, and my hair color gave me the nickname.”
“I bet you still don’t let anyone mess with you.”
“Damn straight.”
“You’re in the Night Rebels club, right? I saw your jacket and the one your friend had on at the diner.”
A sly grin spread across his face. “He told me you flirted with him at a stoplight, so I’m guessing you’re into bikers.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. The night at Leroy’s was the first time I ever saw him.”
“Is that so? It’s not a big deal—a lot of chicks are into Harleys and the leather jackets.”
Okay, now he’s pissing me off again.“I’m not into anygroupof guys. I wouldn’t go out with a guy in the military just because he wore a uniform or because he was a lawyer or a doctor or abiker… or whatever.”
“Chill, woman. There’s no reason to get bent outta shape. Eagle recognized you when you came in. He doesn’t BS.”
Then the memory of the motorcycle next to her car at the red light flashed through her mind.
“Okay,” she said, nodding. “I think I know what he was talking about. I thought he might have been you. I saw the jacket and had looked over to see if it was you. Your friend obviously took it the wrong way.”
Crow chuckled. “Any dude would take it the wrong way if a hot woman was staring at him.”
“But I didn’t mean it that way—not at all.”
“That’s good to know.”
“Well, yeah. Give me some credit. I wouldn’t try to pick up a guy at a red light.”
“I believe you. You’re not the type, but I like that you were thinking about me.”
Once again, he got thatlookhis eyes.I better go back inside before I say or do something I’ll regret.
“Crow!”
Angie looked past his shoulder and saw two guys walking toward them. Both men were shorter than Crow, not by much, and one of them looked as if he was in the military by his haircut and his gait. The men stood next to Crow, both of them quickly scanning her body before turning their attention back to him.
“It’s too damn hot in there,” the one with the buzzcut said.
The other guy nodded. “Are you up to going to another bar? The food here is sort of shitty.” He glanced over at her. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
“No worries.” She looked at Crow. “I’m going back inside.”
“Hang on,” he said, then turned to his friends. “Where’s Stu?”
The buzzcut guy laughed. “Coco’s got him in her clutches.”
