Page 41 of Heartbeats & Highways

“I wasn’t looking for a relationship,” I murmured.

“My point exactly,” he drawled.

“Are you single, Roman?”

“Yes. I’m afraid of love,” he replied dramatically.

“Oh please.” I laughed.

“I’m not sure. Why doyouthink I’m still single at thirty-six?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re not single because you’re afraid, that’s for sure.”

“No? Then why am I single?”

“Commitment shy, maybe?”

“No.”

“You just haven’t found the right woman yet,” I suggested.

“I guess.”

He suddenly looked tired, like exhaustion was weighing him down.

“What’s your type?” I asked.

“Why?”

“Just curious.”

“Tattoos and attitude.”

“That’s kind of vague.”

He grinned and shrugged. “There’s plenty of women who’ll keep me company until I find the right one.”

I laughed. “And there it is.”

“And there it is,” Roman agreed.

Savage was waiting for me when I walked out of Three Kings. If the Jackson brothers weren’t behind me, watching, I would’ve run to him and demanded he kiss me.

But I forced myself to remain steady as I approached him.

He was leaning against his bike. “Is that any way to greet me?”

I paused for a moment and then launched myself against him. He caught me and gave me a kiss that had my head spinning.

Hoots and hollers sounded behind us.

“When you two stop groping each other,” Virgil called, “meet us at Spurs!”

Savage saluted but kept one arm around me. He looked down at me. “I missed you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Did you miss me?”

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