Page 19 of Burly Biker of Misty Mountain

“You don’t even know what size I wear yet,” I replied. “What if you don’t carry it?”

Lila shrugged. “Then I’ll put in an order for more. When you grow up on Southern home cooking like I did, your hips become padded by one too many of Grandma's fluffy biscuits, and it's a pain in the ass to find cute panties that don't come in fucking beige. So, I started this shop with every body type in mind. If we don’t have it, that’s because we’re out of stock.

Besides, I quizzed Maverick over the phone and he described you perfectly, so I have a pretty good idea what size range you’re working with. He wouldn’t shut up about you by the way. My God, that man isobsessed.”

She scooped up a pile of lingerie from the front desk as we made our way to the dressing rooms. Curiosity fizzed on the tip of my tongue, dying to ask what he’d said about me. I glanced back over my shoulder to see Maverick approach the nearby seating area and settle into a chair, flipping through a magazine.

“You’re just saying that…” I hedged.

Lila shook her head.

“Trust me, I mean every word. I’ve seen men traipse through here who don’t give a shit about their ladies. The prettiest, most ethereal looking women you’ve ever laid eyes on…and their boyfriends and husbands can’t even bother to say,you’re beautiful, honey.Maverick, on the other hand, practically turned into the world’s greatest—and horniest—poet when he was talking about you.”

“Oh,” I said, speechless and flattered. “Were you two ever…?”

Lila raised her eyebrows.

“Involved? Sadly, no. Believe me, I’ve considered it. But my father founded the local motorcycle club. I’ve been steeped inbiker testosterone for my entire life. They’re a pack of wild animals and I don’t need that kind of drama. Nomads like Maverick are the worst. I swear, they’re jacked up on some pheromone that makes you go ape shit. Right after giving you the hottest night of your life, they skip town. Then you’re left with a broken heart and eternal sexual frustration.”

She sighed and flicked a lock of silky dark hair over her shoulder, shaking her head.

“Anyway, I have to stop yapping so you can get down to business. Let me know if you need anything else.”

After Lila was gone, I sorted through the lingerie she’d selected for me. As I held it up to my body and checked the mirror, I met my gaze in the reflection.

For the first time in my life, I found a man that I might like to fall in love with someday. But he had his sights set on the horizon instead of a home, fueled by the wanderlust in his blood.

Chapter six

Maverick

My gaze strayed back to Katie’s dressing room. Her bare feet and calves were visible through the gap beneath the door, toenails painted the faintest coral pink. She slipped on another scrap of something black and sheer.

“Any luck so far?” Lila asked me as she breezed by, adjusting a rack of panties nearby.

“Not yet,” I replied, mindlessly flicking through the magazine without looking at the pages.

Lila huffed a laugh. I tore my gaze away from the dressing room and glanced at her.

“What’s so funny?”

“You,” she replied lightly. “You’ve always been a flirt, but I’ve never seen you this bewitched before.”

“What do you mean?”

She gestured to the magazine splayed open on my lap.

“Boudoir photography. Your favorite subject. And yet, you haven’t given any of those pages a lick of attention. Instead, you’re trying to develop x-ray vision so you can get a peek into Katie’s dressing room.”

Busted.

I flipped the magazine closed and tossed it back onto the end table, chastened by Lila’s deadly accuracy when it came to reading people.

“I just want to make sure she’s okay, that’s all,” I replied.

Lila smirked.

“Right. So, have you set the date?”

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