Page 22 of Riot

I smirk. “You’ve got plans for the weekend then?”

“Maybe.”

“Yeah, right. You brought your gaming earphones, Ky. I think I know what you’ll be doing in your free time.”

Riot approaches and we stop talking. “I’ll take these up to your room.”

I smile. “Thanks, Riot, that’s really nice of you.”

He smiles back, ever the tattooed gentleman. A hot biker with a fantastic body, gorgeous butt and amazing blue eyes that could light up a room. I’ve been attracted to him since we first met at the Whiskey Straight. Okay, so the bar is located in a not so elegant part of downtown where I wouldn’t normally frequent. But when I accompanied Star, who was looking for the Nomad Brothers, Brew and Haze; the two men from the club who seem to scare everyone away just from one glance. The two are larger than life, but then again, so are most of the men in this MC. They’re here too, along with Nevada and my best friend. I just really hope we can get some answers for Star. She’s been suffering for so long since her sister was kidnapped. I don’t know how, call it a hunch, but I get the feeling that this trip will bring us answers, one way or the other. Star needs closure, and I hope to God that it’s going to be positive news, and not complete and utter devastation. She’s suffered enough.

Riot’s still watching me as I glance up from my shoes at his words. “You good?”

I plaster a smile on my face. “Yep. I’m great!”

He nods for me to go in front and I take the key from Kyle’s outstretched hand and ignore his jiggling eyebrows as I mount the stairs.

“You ever been to the Magnolia State before?” Riot asks.

Before I can reply, I stumble and pitch forward up the steps. With lightening quick reflexes, Riot drops my suitcase and catches me from behind. “Be careful there, Kitten. You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Shit, sorry,” I mutter. “I’ve always been a klutz. At least we’d have some cushioning to break the fall.” My attempt at humor doesn’t warrant any laughing from behind me.

I wait until I get to the top of the stairs before I look back at him. He’s watching me, his brow furrowed.“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I frown too. “My ass.” I point to it. “It’s big and soft, so we’d probably bounce.”

He stops at the top step. “I hope you’re jokin’.”

Uh, oh. “Uh, yeah. I mean…”

“You have a beautiful body, Halo. So don’t joke about it bein’ big or soft or whatever you were meanin’.”

I have a beautiful body? Uh, what?

Okay. Humor. Try humor again. “Nice of you to notice.”

His eyes inadvertently flick to my chest for a split second. Okay, I’m heaving my breath a little after climbing two flights of stairs, and that only accentuates my rack. Which is large.

Two watermelons might be a better description, according to some asshole I had coffee with and split once he proceeded to ask if I had implants. I don’t, by the way. I’m au naturel.

“Not like I can ignore what’s in front of my eyes.”

“Are you making a pass at me?” I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear.

“If I were, what would you say?”

Cheeky. “I’d say that I’d like to get to know you better. I don’t, uh…” Oh, no. Why are you blurting shit out? It’s the pretty eyes. They just kill me and they’re like truth serum.

“You don’t?”

“Sleep around.” I clear my throat. Way to go, Halo. Nice. Make the man run away before you get to take a ride on the pony. Clap, clap.

“Was I talkin’ about sleepin’?”

My mouth parts, and then closes again. Wait, does he mean other stuff; like sex? Or does he mean, we’re here to do work and find a missing girl so we shouldn’t even be having this conversation?

“Enlighten me then.”

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