Page 6 of Heartbeats & Highways

“Evie.” He rolled my name over on his tongue.

I liked how he said it; rough and guttural.

“You didn’t have to pay for my lunch.” I reached into my bag once again for my wallet but stopped when he shook his head.

“Not a big deal,” he said.

I unzipped my jacket, and his gaze immediately dropped to my chest. This time, he couldn’t stop the smile—and then the laugh.

“What?” I demanded. “What’s so funny?”

“Where did you get that shirt?”

“A thrift store, why?”

I liked the vintage picture of a motorcycle the moment I saw it, which was why I’d bought it.

“Charlie’s Motorcycle Repair,” Savage said as he read the text across my breasts. “My club owns Charlie’s.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. So, after running into you this morning at my favorite taco truck and now seeing that you’re wearing something that’s part of my club, itdefinitelyfeels like fate.”

“Fate.” I snorted. “It’s called a coincidence.”

“Maybe. But fate is in control of those too.” He gestured with his chin to the tacos in front of me. “Try it.”

I lifted one of the hard-shell tacos to my lips and took a bite. I closed my eyes and savored the flavors.

After I swallowed, I opened my eyes to find Savage watching me.

“Good?” he asked gruffly.

“The best,” I admitted.

He grinned.

We both chowed down, and it wasn’t until I was in the middle of my second taco that I asked, “So you’re in a motorcycle club?”

“Yep. The Tarnished Angels.” He gestured to the motorcycle in a parking spot. “That’s my ride.”

“I know nothing about motorcycles, so I’ll just say it’s shiny and pretty.”

He laughed. “You ever been on one?”

“No.”

“We’ll have to change that.”

I raised my brows. “You’re very assumptive.”

“Come on, tell me you’re not curious. A woman like you?”

“What does that mean?”

“You work in an illegal fighting ring, so that must mean you like excitement. Once I get you on the back of my bike with your arms wrapped around me, it’ll be the ride of your life.”

Something told me he wasn’t just talking about his motorcycle.

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